Earlier, I could find the finish. Here's an ending which this evening I prefer: > Usually at this time of the year I enjoy my walk to work for an eight a.m. > three hour seminar. The birds are doing their thing, the weather can be > pleasant, there's a sense of possibility and vibrancy and change in the early > morning streets. But this week things briefly got a little strange. Lying > on the sidewalk were a pair of men's dress socks and some underpants. I ran > across a young woman sagging, in the fashion of the age, her trousers around > the bottom of her bottom. The trousers were lime-green and probably > polyester; she was a sagging version of Lee Trevino, circa 1970. And then, > as I waited for a light to change, I stood beside a woman who was shouting at > her phone, as people are currently wont to do, "And it's like...and I go > like...and like...and you should like... pull his admissions file." I > briefly wondered what kind of college might hire such a person, and then it > came to me that her speech was a piece with everything I'd encountered thus > far, noteworthy but not worthy of further inquiry. > ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html