Two crazies53

The other day when I was running up the 150th Street Hill, a lady on the street caught me. She stopped me and asked, “Can I speak to you?”

I called Databir and he came running. I told him, “Please talk to her.” So Databir talked to her. Later, he said she was crazy. But she didn’t seem to me to be crazy. Perhaps she also thought that Databir was crazy.

RB 545. 11 June 1982