i remember a guy, i think named rose. a friend of my old landlord. he conducted tours of nazi camps. i made a comment about the ghettos of germany and the ghettos of america. he was apoplectic, and i was shocked. i thought he was going to have a heart attack or slug me. i was merely thinking associatively. thinking about solidarity. mr. rose did end up having a heart attack on the sidewalk and died trying to crawl home.