I have a new favorite New Yorker. That would be Gary, the mayor of Strawberry Fields. I went up there today for the first time since I was a little kid. My friend and classic rock soul mate is in town and we thought it appropriate. I’m pretty sure that tripping balls and decorating the “Imagine” mosaic with flowers are Gary’s only jobs. That and talking back to his junkie wife (“I don’t wanna listen to you, just the Dead,” he told her today). Anyway, as if his tie-dye Black Crowes t-shirt wasn’t enough, today I also got to hear Gary make plans for his Crosby, Stills & Nash roadtrip. Gentle, gentle soul he is. He may be the subject of some cheesy sightseeing tours by now, but he’s goddamn special anyway. I saw it in his eyes and in his moustache. Does anyone know more about him?