Today I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge on a fieldwork trial run, then read my book next to the East River, under the Manhattan Bridge (Brooklyn side--Lauren looked horrified when I mentioned this, then I clarified and she was relieved). A dad and daughter were near me for a while, first sitting,then rock-hopping. The girl, maybe eight, asked "What's DEP stand for? It's on that rock."
Dad said, "It could be the Department of Environmental Protection."
She said, "It could be Dangerous Evil Pest."
"It could be that," he agreed.
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