Monday, October 09, 2006

But the weirdest thing was...

On the way home from the gym I saw, in the gutter at the corner of State and Clinton, a half eaten yam, teeth marks all around the jagged edge.

It was uncooked. Hard as a rock. I know: I tapped it with my foot just to be sure.

5 Comments:

Blogger Martha Elaine Belden said...

i feel like you (and by you, i mean the collective you) get to see so many fascinating things in new york... maybe that's why writers migrate there...

11:40 PM  
Blogger Karen said...

The thought of that yam made me very sad.

8:33 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

should we make art of it? :) and/or I bet it has a story.

1:29 AM  
Blogger Minerva Jane said...

actually, would have made a great art piece. I should have nailed it to a red-painted piece of plywood and called it "This Is Not A Yam."

:-)

9:43 AM  
Blogger Candy Minx said...

This made me feel sad too.

12:43 PM  

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