A few days ago, I had some business at a courthouse in downtown Brooklyn. Since these things can take time, I brought my paperback copy of The Godfather to keep me occupied. (I've been re-reading it for the first time since around 1970 or 1971.)

After court, I was heading down a long flight of stairs at the local subway, when I saw a man at the bottom of the stairs rearranging items in his shoulder bag with one hand, while in his other hand was - you guessed it - a paperback copy of The Godfather.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I said to him "I like your choice of reading material!" while holding up my book for him to see. He broke into a wide grin and said how he was also enjoying re-reading the book for the first time in years, though he had only read about 50 pages. Just as we started to really get into a nice discussion, my train pulled in and I had to make a dash for it.

Well, it would have been a nice conversation! frown

Maybe next time...

Signor V.

"For me, there's only my wife..."

"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"

"It was a grass harp... And we listened."

"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"

"No. Saints and poets, maybe... they do some."