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2005-06-30 - 1:00 a.m. Fireflies and the Homeless New York City is steeped with juxtapositions. There's no spellcheck in d-land, so I just gotta trust I got that word right. Tonight just at twilight I spotted the first fireflies of the summer, dipping up and down over the makeshift garden I created out the back window of the sad ugly abandoned tenement where I live...a touch of magic! RexDog was mopey, and so was I, so we went out for a walk at 1 AM. We came across a bit of thrown-out goods spread out in front of an apartment across the street, and an elated skinny black guy looking through them. He smiled and said Hello, and I said Hello back. "Whoh, what's this?" I said. "Someone threw this out, maybe they were moving," he said, "but look what I found...Do you need any of this? There's many bottles of expensive Balsamic Vinegar, Eddie Bauer candles..." I said "No, thanks, I don't need any of that kind of stuff, but you made a good find." He said, "I found this perfect bottle of milk! I got to drink some milk! Do you know what that means to me? I'm homeless! This means so much!" I noticed there was also sealed packages of cheese...I said, "Look at that!" He said, "I know! I got to eat some of those also! This made my day!" I said, "That is so cool!" He said, "Isn't it? You have a good night!" I said, "You too, and great find!" and RexDog and I went across the street into our apartment.