Keith and I have a name for the people that wander around talking to themselves and gesturing. We call them the loopy-loos. The fact is, that it's become a term of affection and we often wonder why it is that we see so many loopy-loos in our neighbourhood. South Africa was full of homeless people and beggers, but they weren't loopy-loos. These guys (and girls) are entertaining and include the guy talking to himself on the streetcar, and telling himself jokes, and laughing at them, the very cute guy standing at the street corner grabbing his crotch and doing karate, the military guy in the park with his pram and white bunny, the jogger that has different coloured shoes, the bag lady on the subway that walked up to people and grabbed their stuff, then offered them food. According to Deb we live in the "corridor" - the inbetween the place where they sleep and the place where they eat. That's why we see them and I wouldnt have it any other way.
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