A convergence of red things in Chinatown, or NYC patriotism.

A convergence of red things in Chinatown, or NYC patriotism.

An apartment, Williamsburg.

I bought a bunch of bananas from the friendly fruit cart guy near the Astor Kmart. I leave them on my desk at work. First they attract senior management. Then they attract fruit flies.
They have lots of potassium.

Summer is officially now over. Today I felt cold. That’s how you know.
Here’s Sheep Meadow on a wonderful Summer’s day. [film]

Just cruising around Central Park on a warm Sunday afternoon. Ate some lunch on the rocks. Watched a little softball.

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