At 6:30 this morning a camera crew was—for whatever reason—filming the guy who sells papers outside of our subway stop. Your correspondent, whose aversion to appearing on camera is as deep-seated as it is pathologically ridiculous, somehow braved the fear of the lens to plunk down a quarter for the Post, at which point he was advised by the vendor that the price was now 50 cents. For the record, we broke a dollar to pick up the paper, but be advised: Rupert Murdoch's people are out there, and they're rolling film. Be wary, friends. —balk

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