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While sitting on the bus this morning, I decided it might be a good time to begin reading my issue of the Grapevine. Three different people seated themselves next to me and glanced at what I was reading. I decided to put the magazine away--when a young man standing nearby said something, and I realized that he was speaking to me. He asked again, "What group do you belong to?" He proceeded to tell me that he belonged to a group in nearby New York City. Needless to say, this was the shot in the arm I needed. With a surge of confidence, I began speaking to him--in spite of the three now-intent listeners.