When I got off the bus this morning there was a man standing at the corner of 7th and 54th hollering "Repent! Repent! Repent!" I could hear him as I crossed the street, and all the way down the block, advising the midtown worker bees and yawning tourists shuffling by who likewise paid no heed. "Repent! Repent!" at 8:35 in the morning. Maybe he's out there still.
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Tonight a man boarded the train at 72nd and said, "Ladies and gentlemen I have an announcement to make. I am an alien. And not the kind from Mexico: the kind from outer space." He played some children's songs on the saxophone and exited at 81st.