I Love the Williamsburg, Part II

For years now, there's some dude who spends all day, every day, zipping up and down and around the streets of the northside in his red Subaru station wagon BLASTING doo wop and singing along as loud as possible to every word. Dude's amazing - apparently he has no job, and spends all day burning up gas for no other reason than he thinks he's a Belmont. If you stand in one spot on a corner around her for 15 minutes, you'll see/hear him. Beams happiness; whenever I see him, I consider it a good luck charm. Love that guy.