Not a single pigeon came to greet me when I got to People's Park this morning. This is the thanks I get! They must have hit it big somewhere else. But I did see an iconic figure--a recycler with a fantastic rig, two bicycles welded together with a shopping cart in between and a little trailer behind, and all of it piled sky high with black plastic bags full of cans and plastic bottles. A skinny African American, no shirt, segmented torso gleaming with sweat--this guy could be the Crown Prince of Third World America. He had to stop traffic to cross the street with that crazy rig, and the drivers sitting at the wheel weren't impatient, no, they were gawking in wonder and admiration.