As I was sitting by St. Stephen's Green --- y'know, as an opener, that sounds like it should be followed by some rhyming nonsense about cats and kits and sacks and whatnot --- there was a man who came through the park clanging a bell, calling out "Make your way to the exits, the park is closing." Aside from his neon yellow park worker's vest, it was all so medieval I was tempted to hang around for a bit to see if he'd bust out with "It's nine o' the clock, and awl's we-ell."
Also, a beggar rang my doorbell yesterday, accompanied by a saucer-eyed toddler in a stroller. She handed me a scrap of paper requesting funds to buy the kid nappies. You don't see that kind of initiative in New York.
Posted by Diablevert at July 4, 2004 10:22 AM | TrackBackThanks for signing in, . Now you can comment. (sign out)
(If you haven't left a comment here before, you may need to be approved by the site owner before your comment will appear. Until then, it won't appear on the entry. Thanks for waiting.)