Today a lovely brunette woman saw me offering a sandwich to someone. She amde the usual comment, “that’s so nice of you.” I didn’t get into the philosophy of it that I wrote here before. She seemed to genuinely want to do something because she mentioned that she was worried about offering peanut butter. I told her that I simply made what I had. Sometimes that’s PB & J. Today it is salami and cheese. Then I ask. Sometimes they take it, sometimes they don’t. They are free to refuse me if they want. And at that, we went our separate ways in the city. I’d like to think that…