<p><strong>There are NYC subway passengers sitting almost swirling across from you.&nbsp;</strong></p><p><br></p><p>No rhyme or reason as to&nbsp;<em>who</em>&nbsp;is next to&nbsp;<em>whom</em>.&nbsp;Worthy subjects apart or together for Norman Rockwell's brush Saul Bass's graphic hand or Johnny Francis Wolf's quill.</p><p><br></p><p>A battered old homeless man is given wide berth.&nbsp;Young gay couple share a giggle scantily clad and on their way to a Pride event.&nbsp;Little boy in Mother's lap staring charmed by a face.&nbsp;Blind man pets the dog asleep between familiar legs.&nbsp;</p><p><br></p><p>Businessman NY Times spread wide is distracted by the shirtless lads laughing to his right.&nbsp;Ladyboy prostitute in daring dress and heels hangs dearly on a subway handgrip. Priest standing facing door eyes averted toward our hooker wondering if the cleavage real ignores the beggar reaching out a hand for help.</p><p><br></p><p>Way over to our left a bearded man in red.&nbsp;Santa hat adorns his head.</p><p><br></p><p>No one is on their device.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p>