A Dog Story

This is not quite a commuting story, more of a dog walking story.  In Riverside Park I met Annie and her fluffy beigeish dog, Picca.  We walked from the park where Picca had been sitting for a very long time gazing at a tree, hoping for a squirrel sighting, to Lenscrafters at 107th and Broadway.  Just as Annie and I were saying good-bye, a man in a leather jacket turned to ask if that was Annie's dollar bill on the sidewalk.  She said no, and asked me.  I said no.  Then she asked another woman walking down the street if it were her dollar.  She checked her zippered silver clutch and said no.  Suddenly, there was a second dollar bill.  And a five.  "Dollars from Heaven" does not have the same mellifluous sound as "Pennies from Heaven," none-the-less, that is exactly what three green wing-like bills landing on the sidewalk appeared to be.  The man again suggested the money must belong to one of us.  And so we picked up the bills, handed the five to the woman with the silver clutch and divided the two singles between us.