Should we be worrying about our hurrying? By Jeanne Martinet On Amsterdam Avenue, I watched a homeless man approach a briskly walking passerby. The homeless man held up his hand and opened his mouth. It sounded as if he had a heavy accent; he spoke haltingly, laboriously. Slowly, he began, “Excuse… me… can… you…? The
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