Blue Velvet Morning
On the train platform next to me this morning a woman stood digesting the New York Post for her traveling companion, a seated man who seemed to be trying to read Investor's Business Daily. "Oh my God," says she, and proceeds to relate the news of a woman discovering a severed body part in her back yard, along with the gristly details of how it got there. "Isn't that morbid?"
"Oh, look at that, just because he's an actor: 'Russell Crowe teary-eyed.'"
"Look, the new Brad Pitt. Look. Look!"