A little boy on his scooter wipes out, shrieking--mom is sitting on the stoop, and she goes down the block to get him. Carrying him and the scooter back to the stoop, she says, deadpan, “Stop crying now, come here and sit with me, let’s wait for ACS to notice.”
On Lorimer below Broadway, in the grate of a first floor apartment's window, where the air conditioner will be in a couple months, sit two Styrofoam egg containers planted with seedlings.
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