A kindred spirit ... or not
Yesterday I was walking down the street and noticed that the man in front of me had a Guinness tucan pin on his bag. I was excited. I wanted stop him, say it was a lovely day for a Guinness and tell him I had the same tucan as a key chain. I thought I had found a kindred spirit in the masses. Then I realized that he was a slimy middle-aged man who was balding on top but wore his hair long in the back. I guess I'll have to keep looking for a kindred spirit.

Only in New York
On the same walk, I passed something called a "doggie gym." Judging from what I could see through the plate glass window, a doggie gym consists of a large room where they let a lot of dogs run around and sniff each other. Or maybe that was just the doggie aerobics class, and doggie weight training was in the other room.