With all attendant haste I walked over to the refrigerator, removed the little black smiling puppet head, raised the window a bit, and tossed that beloved object out into the cold, uncaring New York City afternoon. The wind had picked up a bit, apparently, for the gaily-coloured parachute carried the puppet head on a trajectory well over Rambam's head. Not to be thwarted, with an almost superhuman effort, Rambam launched himself into the street, narrowly missing being garrotted by a slow moving garbage truck rendezvousing with a nearby Dumpster, and performed a circus catch.