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Whistling past history

I think one of the biggest regrets of my life happened today. I was late for work, so I hustled past the police station I walk by when I get off the 6 train. I saw barricades and the press eagerly awaiting something and someone. It took me a few minutes to realize that this is where Plaxico Burress would be turning himself in today.

I could have made a choice: Call in, make up some excuse to get in the office late, and witness Plaxico’s perp walk with my own eyes. It’s not like I’ve ever witnessed any kind of perp walk live; the presence of the Giants’ comically enigmatic star was simply gravy.

But payroll was due today. So I hustled in to my office. But I entered in those foreign tax payments with a definite melancholy of what could have been.