I had an excellent commute this morning, got a boatload of skin care tips from a homeless guy in the Village. I was stopped at a red light waiting for the intersection to clear, down by NYU. This guy launched into an extremely elaborate routine, complete with a magical flipping cardboard sign which looked like the indicator board from a train station. Somehow the subject disintegrated into the fact that he was turning 46 this week and his wonderful beauty secrets for keeping a youthful appearance, black soap and shea nut butter from head to toe, yes, even in your hair, which he gets from a street vendor in Brooklyn (Don't get the processed crap from a store!) He even shared testimonials from the old ladies at his church who have tried his method and not only "had the youthful vigor returned to their step" but "had their arthritis cured" as well. I was on the verge of skipping out of work for the morning and heading over to the Fulton St mall to pick some up! If Juan Ponce de León had gone to Brooklyn instead of Florida, he just might have found the Fountain of Youth.