Three Wise Men...

...one grain of sand... one ounce of hope... when Steve the Stonemason, wearing his Iron Maiden t-shirt asks me to join him to see the Philharmonic on the Great Lawn... I know there's still men of merit... the type of man who has no fronts about race and class, and is open minded as you'll ever get... no free loafing, no bitching about the man keeping him down(occasionally about the mexicans)... nonetheless, he gets his work done... he did the stone work on the student center at Columbia University my freshman year... bottom line: his ambitions are in line with his abilities... that's why they're my local friends... good friends... Noel the Editor of the Economist... we worry bout 'em... he wants to be a left handed pitcher now... to be the Editor at the Economist is easy 6 figure salary, but he got the boot, and he balks like a motherfucker... and then there's me... Lockheed... trade anything with a bid and ask...