December 21, 2007

Accidental Symbolism? Or A Message From The Lord?

This is the crossing signal at the corner of Manhattan and Nassasu in oily ol' Greenpoint, Brooklyn. It is just about the most appropriate sign one could ever hope to grace that specific corner as it is the "Cannery Row" of my neighborhood. At all hours, the hardcore drunken Polish men loiter there, stewing in a soup of cheap booze, cigarettes, urine, vomit, and garbage. For them, walking truly is a challenging proposition, especially for the grizzled legless guy in the wheelchair I pass every day on my way to the subway. I have a nickname for him in my mind: "Popeye Stumps."

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