Haircut from Gar during which time his own cat hissed at and bit him and then hid between the toilet and litter box.
Was this the day Face Tat Man and I gave one another true hellos as he entered his building when I was passing?
Wow, what a totes gorge young man (maybe Jewish‐ or Italian‐looking) was sitting in the pizzeria as I passed it on my way to F’town! A few steps later, I saw he was sitting with old B’rb’ra from the neighb. When I passed it again on my way back home with rocky‐road ice cream and sweet‐potato pie but also two pounds of discount butter, she was there without him. Who was he?