The first morning sunrays struggle to break through the cloud cover and reflect off wet 10th Avenue East as I walk south towards home. It is Sunday and the empty street is a muse as I walk block after block towards Olive Way, where I will make my turn. 1/ Before I get there, that weird homeless guy Dinesh is still there at the corner of Broadway and Republican, and he's still screaming spasmodically about "Thighland," and that he discovered this at Wharton, where he graduated with honors, so it would behoove you to listen. 2/