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October 15, 2008
I saw him sitting on the park bench. His blue, double breasted overcoat looked like it was cashmere. Slightly worn at the elbows and collar, it still gave him an air of elegance that attracted my eye. Or perhaps it was his neatly cropped, graying hair, its color matching the scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. He was reading a paper that I expected to be the Wall Street Journal or the Business Daily. As I walked by him, attempting to catch his eye and throw him a fetching glance, I saw it was Rolling Stone. It made perfect picture!