
Another Orange Asshole






There’s an apartment building on the corner here which styles itself “the White House,” I’m not sure why. Every year I promise myself I’m not going to post pretty pictures of flowers – not my thing – and every year, as we emerge from the slough of Winter I demur, especially following this plague year. These were in the planter in front of the White House.






The night before Thanksgiving it seems to have become something of a tradition to come out and watch the preparations for Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. The whole neighborhood around the Natural History Museum, where staging occurs, had a festive, Mardi Gras feeling.



