15 Minutes with Gary the Great
The resident magician of Brooklyn Public Library shares the secrets of his trade.
Gary the Great has abandoned his cup of coffee and is rooting about in a trouser pocket, pulling its white tongue out in search of an unknown thing.
I am—it is no use pretending otherwise—laughing like a child shown a panda. The barista, previously slouching at the counter, takes note. He puts his cell phone to rest, and wanders over to watch. Gary Ferrar, resident magician of the Brooklyn Public Library, has done it again.
how can I do that?—how did you do that?
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