Somebody left an inflated baby swimming pool right in the middle of Broadway this morning. It has a yellow rim, a blue floor and the sides are decorated with pictures of many little balloons. There is no water in the thing, but it is nicely inflated and waiting for the next rain shower. I wonder how long it will last. The TV on 95th stayed there for about a week or so. The Vacuum cleaner across the hair salon in the 50th street downtown 1/9 subway station was there for maybe two weeks.
The city is a great source of some wonderful stuff. My new 17" (Viewsonic) Monitor just waited for me next to the trash shoot one morning. One of my once favorite orange wool sweaters came with some tissue paper, as it was freshly dry cleaned and just put on the steps in front of my building. The best reading lamp, a very nice chrome model waited for me on the upper East Side once.
My non English speaking parents once found nice planks of wood and my built a whole kitchen counter for me while I was at work. It was a beautiful piece that turned half of my living room into a gourmet laboratory for my mom. I had to take it apart as soon as I returned from bringing my parents to the airport. The wood was good and there was writing on the underside of one of the shelfs. Somebody thought they could make a point by writing in chalk: "Don’t take. These are my doors.”
There might be writing on the underside of that baby-pool for all I know.