On The El
10 February 2004
Have you ever had a stranger, standing across from you on the train, look up as you were getting off and say “Your name's Dave, isn't it”? Technically, he wasn't a stranger, as he once sold me a print at the Gallery 37 store downtown, but that was months ago. I'm amazed he remembered me. Maybe it was the beard. Still, he even knew what I bought.
It was the sort of thing that makes me question my work-induced inclinations towards solitude and taciturnity. When it's so easy to bring a smile to someone's face, how can we not?
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