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Heard on the Subway: Talking about your gay son.
I was on my way to work, zoned out listening to some old school Shania Twain to get my life right, when two construction worker types got on the train at Penn Station. They were both middle-aged white guys with Long Island accents, mustaches, dirty jeans — the type of guys you’d expect to see on a building site. I caught a piece of their conversation when the music died before the song changed, and I decided to record them.
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Just a stroll through the rose garden on my walk to work! #nofilter (Taken with Instagram at Capitol Park)
