Donald Fagen, emerging from an apartment building on East 32nd Street. There was a moment there when I forgot to walk. I wanted to say hello, but had no idea what to say.

This was on a walk from my office to the Kips Bay Petco. Why I keep going there, I don't know. It only took their poor selection of dog toys and the utter absence of cashiers at the check-out lanes to quash the good feelings from my Donald sighting.

But bless this weather. The walk back was "Hey Nineteen" all the way.