Crap

[ericlee]

So my coworkers and I got to talking about a gentleman that used to always come strolling through our building everyday.

We brought up the fact that we haven't seen him for at least 2 months, very unusual for him.

He was at least in his early 90's, was a lawyer for like 50 years. He'd come into the atrium and help himself to dinner in the trashcans like nothing happened. He wasn't homeless or anything, he just had the mentality that at 90, nothing phases him anymore.

He was like a tour guide for the tourists too, any questions or directions, he had the answers and because he lived in NY all his life.

Man, I hope he's ok.

[Fern]

probably dust. sorry, bro. he had a good run though..... zi'd sign up to live 1/2 that mucu or maybe even 2/3....

[ericlee]

ah, no need to say sorry. He was just a cool guy.

He'd come strolling in with his pimp cane and strike historical NY conversations with us and then walk to a trashcan, find his dinner and come back to us like nothing and keep the conversation.

He said he has no respect for the homeless that have to beg for food or whatever because he ate everyday and never had to spend a cent. If he can make it, so can they.

Well, if he kicked it the last word I heard from him were, "well, when are they going to play some pleasant music in this atrium?"

Oscar is what we called him for going through the trashcans like that. His name was John.

So Oscar, if you're up above, I'm going to play some music in the atrium for ya Monday. I hope you can hear it, old chap.