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I've been wondering for a while if I'll ever get stopped to have my bag searched in the subway, and today it has finally happened when I was about to get on the PATH where the World Trade Center used to be. The female cop was pretty polite, but more importantly - pretty. For a split second I entertained the idea of asking her if she stopped me because she thought I was suspicious, or just cute. I decided against it as her rookie partner looked like the jealous type. Anyway, the whole process took no more then 25-30 seconds. I put down my umbrella, opened up my bag. I had a sealed box of cigars that I forgot to take out the night before, she looked at me inquisitively - "Cigars", I explained. She took the box, held it up, shook it a little - it didn't explode. I was on my way.
No big deal really - didn't feel violated nor did I get an urge to call my lawyer. Heck, maybe I'll start concealing a bouqette of flowers in my bag in case she decides to search me again.
A ten-year study comparing organic tomatoes with standard produce found almost double the level of flavonoids - a type of antioxidant.

As for today, it's another case of ghetto literature. Saw an older black lady read