I have known the "on the street" column as long as I have been aware of the New York Times, in other words, many, many years. Sightings of him always makes my day.
This morning, however, I won the jackpot. I was the beneficiary of his gentlemanly and kind manners.
As I was about to cross the street and he was about to make the turn, we both stopped to let the other go. I was startled by the sight of him, HIM. Only a few people were out at this hour.
I: I am almost sure I said, "good morning, after you."
He: I think he did not say anything, just gestured the same thing. "After you."
