Thursday, March 31, 2016

Medieval Battle Axe (Upper West Side, Manhattan)


Don't you hate it when you misplace your medieval war axe? Hopefully it's just a plastic toy--I didn't want to touch it to find out--but certainly was odd to see outside the subway station today.

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Monday, March 21, 2016

Don't Judge Crazy by the Size of a Sign (No. 2 Train, Manhattan)


I saw this guy going up the stairs on the uptown side of the subway platform. "I bet that crazy guy is coming to this side to catch those of us going downtown," I told my son. And sure enough, the guy jumped on our train just before the doors closed. Normally, I'd try not to catch the eye of someone lugging around a huge sign with tiny print but his subtitle--"TAKE A CELL PHONE PICTURE OF THIS SIGN AND YOU MAKE IT GO VIRAL"--was so endearing in both its innocence (as if merely snapping a photo could make something go viral) and its desire to make a difference that I felt compelled to obey its first command.

As for what the sign says, I thought Michael Bloomberg was a fantastic mayor who appointed great people and implemented many wonderful programs, but I don't think it's unreasonable to think that somehow--most likely indirectly and without nefarious intentions--his stewardship of the city and the changes he instigated here did increase the value of his holdings. More importantly, it's indisputable that if anyone wants to stop "wannabe dictators from buying our demoncracy" it's Bernie Sanders.

So maybe this dude isn't as crazy as I first thought. Although I don't want to catch his eye.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Anti-Trump Rally (Columbus Circle, Manhattan)


An anti-Trump rally started at Columbus Circle, within spitting distance of Trump International Hotel & Tower this afternoon and eventually made its way to Trump Tower. The homemade signs were my favorites. The protesters later clashed with police; it wasn't the only Trump protest in the U.S. today.




Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Union Station (Washington D.C.)

Flags are at half mast outside Union Station. At first I thought they were still for Antonin Scalia, who died several weeks ago, but a friend reminded me that Nancy Reagan had just died. It was appropriate then that hanging out in front of Union Station were clusters of homeless people and an elderly woman with swollen legs hanging over the curb into the street in front of the station, bawling loudly since the Reagan administration will forever be associated with cuts to social services, which ensured that more people living on the edge of society had harder, more miserable lives.