Shry and John McLaughlin1
Two Puerto Rican boys were in a car driving the wrong way on a one-way street as I came running down. One boy said, “Hi, Shry, Shry, Shry. I love you.” The other boy said, “Hi, John McLaughlin. I love you.”
RB 65. 31 August 1979↩
Sri Chinmoy, Run and become, become and run, part 2, Agni Press, 1979