I forgot to mention. The other day I was driving to the Hideout, and I was on 7th street, stopped at a stoplight. I then noticed that Marc Katz was slowly making his way across the crosswalk (my fingers keep trying to type "catwalk"... ha). He positively strolled across and when he was in front of my car, he looked at me and nodded.
because of my improv license plate? my Mini? or just because he's the kind of guy who nods at people like he owns the city, and he's doing you a favor by acknowledging your presence.