Last year, I was back living in the hood and was actually on Columbus Street for Jazz Fest. I revived many old habits: parking my friends in the very long driveway, after the fest parties, and wandering the neighborhood on foot or by bike. You don't really want to travel any other way during those two weekends, when parking becomes a premium and hundreds of thousands of people pass through our neighborhood.
On my bike one morning last year, I spied this guy on the porch. My friend Carol tells me (and others) that I can strike up a conversation with a brick wall. I should add dummies to brick walls. When I passed this guy I said: "Good Morning" and kept on going. It wasn't till I passed again the next day, that I realized I was saying good morning to a dummy. Oh well, it's better than not saying good morning at all. And besides, I always meet the most interesting people.
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