I see this tall, thin man in glasses, a suit, and boots dart across 7th Ave and down into the 14th street 1/2/3 station today.
I say, derisively, to Matt: Who does he think he is, Ira Glass?
Matt looks at me, horrified: Marcia, that was Ira Glass.
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