You Talkin To Me? (read with a NYC accent) Somehow, someway, before I was born, before my existence was even a concept, before fate found it’s stepping stone, Walt Whitman was thinking of me. He was dreaming of all of us; the people he would never meet, the people who may never know his name, the people of the past, present, and future. Few evidence can be found that Whitman had any clairvoyant powers, yet he seemed to know what to look for, when thinking, dreaming, and wishing for the future generations. He could not possibly know where we would be, how the city would change, or when we would be crossing Brooklyn ferry, yet somehow, someway Whitman creates a timeless prediction, one that encompasses every human being, who graces the earth’s
