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A way to mark your memory of tired empty facesMonday, April 7, 2008 Cody, Were you on Market Street at lunchtime today? I had ducked out of my office to get a sandwich at Lee's, and was crossing the street when all the traffic signals went dark and the streetcars came to a halt. From my spot on the center island, I watched the crowds on the far side of the street, and I saw a woman standing on the sidewalk, staring at me. She wasn't dressed in a suit, nor in rags and bags, so she didn't look like a downtown regular. Her eyes locked on mine, and after several moments, she raised her hand - to wave, I think. But then the power came back, the streetcars started rolling, and one passed right in front of me. When it was gone, so was the woman on the sidewalk. I don't know why, but I can't lose the feeling that it was you. Hassan |