On the way from here to Tasti D-Lite, one encounters:
• A group of construction workers milling around. Until a few days ago the guys had a scaffolding to lean on; now they just mill. A few short minutes ago I received a warm salutation of "Hey, baby."
• Looming over the construction workers off and on: a giant inflatable rat.
• A woman on the corner dressed in grey pants, grey parka, and grey hat, screaming about economics. She is young, with dark skin, a slender nose, and vibrant eyes. She is very dirty, which makes her eyes seem even whiter. She has several plastic bags filled with newspapers. Today I saw her writing in a diary.
• A guy with a placard next to an upside-down water cooler bottle asking for "just one penny" for the homeless. I get a bad vibe from him so I don't give, but I feel very bad walking by holding my change purse.
• Anywhere from one (1) to four (4) kids -- some with dogs, some alone -- asking for change or a meal.
If the journey doesn't rob you of your appetite, I don't know what will.
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