I hadn’t seen this in forever. A beggar on the subway, like it was 1996 and Rudy G hadn’t yet banished the squeegee men to wherever it is that squeeguee men go. “I’m 36 and I’m homeless,” she said on the uptown 6 train at 5:58.

She was white, with mousy brown hair. She wore a red overcoat, gray chinos and running shoes. She had a backpack over both shoulders. She held out a dirty cardboard soup cup.

“I’m a widow and I have children,” she continued. “Please help.”

One lady offered a dollar, another gave change. To both she said, “Bless you.”

Two black women looked on, shared a joke and smiled. They had Caribbean-nanny accents, but I couldn’t make out the words because I had my iPod on.

She got out at 34th.