This old man sits at my subway stop late into the night. He always wears a white suit, straw hat and has a cane. He just sits there and lets the trains go by and keep in mind it's VERY hot in the subways this time of year.
I am trying to figure out the proper phrase I can say that will get him to open the gate to whatever world he is guarding. I think they still call it Bay Ridge.
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