Every day I walk the Katt. As long as I jam a constant supply of ice cubes in her mouth she is oblivious to the great mysteries of West View. So it is up to me to report what is happening on the streets of my beloved borough.
Two days ago a van carrying four tweekers, sporting an I heart SCRAP bumper sticker sped past the Katt and I. At each stop sign the driver slammed on his brakes, screeching to a halt. In response, the passengers shouted in unison “THIS WAY!”. The driver would then peel out, zooming toward the next stop sign. So there’s that.
Yesterday, down by Bronx field, I witnessed a lone octogenarian smoking a cigarette. In his possession were three plastic grocery bags filled with 12″ softballs. One by one, he pulled out each ball and threw it as far as he could (which was not far at all). Then he retrieved the balls and started over. So there’s that too.