Tuesday, January 24, 2006
sights and sounds of the city
Walked out the front door this morning to the sharp, acrid smell of skunk. Permeated the neighborhood, carried almost all the way down to the train station. Funny, I came from the evergreen state (Washington), and never had to contend with wildlife other than dodging the deer and elk on the highways out of town. But I move to New York, a mere 12 miles from the city, and wind up with skunks in the flowerbeds, raccoons in the garbage, and deer in the neighbors' back yards.
The smell of overly perfumed women and cologned men, when you are trapped on a train car with them. The fear of an asthma attack due to the selfish whims of people getting ready in the morning. The smell of the heavy smoker who sat down next to me. I had to get up and move to the door, away from the stink of old cigarettes. Dyckman crips, spray painted on the Metro North ticket machine at the university heights station. Yep, had to go to NY for this one, too.
Nick's Live Poultry, reads the sign over the hole-in-the-wall store right next to the car dealership. Vivero. Poultry must come in first thing in the morning, cause as I'm walking by just before 9, they are always hosing the poo off the sidewalk. So I get to dodge poo and ice cold water spray. You can hear the sounds of the poultry inside through the open door, it sounds like thousands. I won't describe the smell, as I haven't had breakfast yet.
Last sight of the morning -- me, tripping over a crack in the pavement, waving my arms to stay upright. I'll just have to hope I never run into any of those students again.