uh, maybe I ought to clarify that last posting: for the 2 people who asked about how to reply to postings here, you now can in the guestbook.

On the train a few months ago there was a sad old lady shaking a cup and singing this song:

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water.
Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the sea.
Take a look at yourself and you will look at others, differently.
Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilea.

I don't know why I remember that. Maybe because it was so depressing. I much prefered the breakdance show I got once on the F train. These three kids in tracksuits came bounding into the train with a big radio playing some kind of really pared-down hip hop (maybe it was just a beat? I don't know the lingo). Anyway, they were doing sommersaults over each other up and down the aisle; swinging from the bars, and just dancing around. It was so funny. I rarely crack a smile on the train but I couldn't help it with this. It was hilarious. I don't think they even were asking for money. I would doubt that though. The only time I remember giving money to anybody on the train was to some guy who played the saxophone. And I bought two bags of M&M's from a little kid in a bar once, for his "sports team." Wendy pointed out there was probably no "sports team;" what kid goes around collecting money for their sports team at 11pm on a Saturday night at a bar. First I felt ripped off, then just depressed.