People Watching
If you go to Rutgers and spend any significant amount of time on College Ave, you probably have seen Ray Dib, affectionately nicknamed the Mandolin Guy. You might even know him personally. If you don’t know what I am talking about, then you probably just need some time. I have seen him around a lot, and last week I sat down to talk with him.  What unfolded in our conversation was the story of a musician, someone who feels music very personally, and has an intimate relationship with …

People Watching
A Monday night at Nielson. The only empty table on the lower level is to our right, and we are seated and laughing, Marlana (me) across from Matt next to Kine across from Hanna next to me. Matt’s eyes pop up suddenly, and his hand raises to wave. I peak over my shoulder to see his roommate Will walking by, tray in hand. He sits down at that empty table, and in order to get there, he walks completely around our table. “He’s a very focused guy,” Matt says, …

Every morning at about seven o’clock, there is an old man who runs, holding a thin plastic shopping bag, down route somethingorother in Maple Shade, New Jersey. He runs towards the Cherry Hill Mall, every morning without fail. He isn’t dressed to run; his clothes are the same as any old man’s—pleated pants, cardigan. And still he runs.