This turns out to be a surprisingly nifty video. Watch it and you'll see what I mean. It demonstrates an important principle too.
Marianne and I were in Center City this morning, because we needed black envelopes, and on impulse had lunch at Parc. That's why she looks so happy above. She had a glass of white wine and I had a sazarac. Then three different types of oysters. And then lunch. We sat at a window table overlooking the Curtis Institute. Which is why I wasn't surprised to see a rather punkish-looking young man roller-skating purposefully down the middle of the street with a French horn case in one hand an a trumpet in the other.
If you know an adolescent mired in the Slough of Despond, tell 'em that I've been there and it gets better. Lots, lots better.
Above: I missed the color change AND the gorilla. I like to think it's because I'm admirably focused.
I got too distracted by the gorilla and the colour change to keep accurate count and notice the player leaving. One isn't left with all that much faith in eye-witness accounts, what between this sort of thing and the quirkiness of memory.--Mario
My late father-in-law was a lawyer and used to say that somebody "lied like an eye-witness."
There speaketh a man with much experience. Except, of course, the eye-witness isn't lying just because he's not telling the truth ... and therein lies the problem.--Mario
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