he would write up his notes and live in a hotel in what is now tribeca, and then after a few weeks he would say goodbye to go to another filter, walk back across the brooklyn bridge, resume his identity as james todd, say hello, darling. at the heads of his children, two of whom not particularly surprise, were white. and resume his life and give her the tips he allegedly had earned on the train. this continued for 20 years, and got into terrible financial trouble to get to borrow money from the secretary of state, a great friend of his but he also went very mad at one paid and he had some quite hard. i think that was the lions cage of the central park zoo and had to be put in a silent for a couple of weeks. eventually he fill out with tuberculosis and was sent down to albuquerque to convalesce, but actually to die. and he confessed to his doctor, the only person he ever told. he said, i think you ought to send a message to mrs. todd in queens, the name is actually basic income and her husband is not even a tiny bit black. is entirely white from africa, in newport, rhode island, and i'