How weird is it that a politician can inspire me to schlep a fax machine twelve blocks to the Housing Works thrift shop? I'm still feeling, as Keith said, like I'm ready to put on the white hat and saddle up. I don't need the fax, someone else does, AIDS research can use the money, let's just DO it. Found the manual, packed the thing up, it was heavy but damn, it's good for the arm muscles, so there I went.

It turned out to be the third fax machine donated today.