tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715848255210778936.post2382271414217656011..comments2024-03-26T08:10:00.378-04:00Comments on Bruce's Journal: Panhandling at IntersectionsBruce Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01610442036443687161noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715848255210778936.post-71511665470269159892008-05-24T22:30:00.000-04:002008-05-24T22:30:00.000-04:00Bruce, how do you know this woman has five childre...Bruce, how do you know this woman has five children to feed? It could be a front for drug money. People have been known to lie in order to obtain something. <br><br>The Journal File With Dave DuBrow<br>http://journalfile.typepad.com/my_journalfile/<br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715848255210778936.post-41371187765716937982008-05-26T01:46:00.000-04:002008-05-26T01:46:00.000-04:00Remember when NJIT sent me to ALA in San Francisco...Remember when NJIT sent me to ALA in San Francisco back in '99 or 2000? Anyway, as I walking from hotel to hotel I noticed so many panhandlers I started scribbling down their messages in my notebook. I enventually wrote a poem comprised entirely of these messages. The title of the poem was Fathers Day because, well, it was Fathers Day that day. If I ever decide to publish this poem (as if I could ever find it) do I need to get copyright permission from these people (smiley face)?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com