Did you know Kris Kringle lives in Wallingford?
He’s my neighbor Dick (Kris Kringle isn’t actually his name) who’s such an expert gardener that he confidently picks and eats wild mushrooms. These are Birch boletes growing near the roots of a birch in the traffic circle. He says they taste like Shiitakes. (NOTE: DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF AND POISON YOURSELF AND BLAME US).
Dick’s house is on the corner behind him and his garden fills every inch of space along the sidewalk on 46th with raspberries, tomatoes and even a grape arbor. It’s the most productive home garden I’ve ever seen.
Smoot has learned to shake hands for a treat.
Outside the Rusty Pelican, an exiting diner hands his leftovers to a homeless person, and gets a hearty handshake of gratitude.
Unmentionable treats being assembled inside the Erotic Bakery.
The rain is pouring down and drivers along 45th St. honk at each other impatiently. Of the many dozens of people walking around only one other besides myself is carrying an umbrella.
I am left speechless by this window display.
The liquor store is preparing for the holidays! Yippee!
I wonder if they ordered a ton of alcohol after the two liquor initiatives failed.
those were all stacked up there even before the election.
I think it mostly just shows that state employees/licensees have little sense of marketing aesthetics. Think about it– most liquor stores don’t even have any windows, so they’re not exactly used to preparing window displays.
I always wondered if that southern exposure would damage the wine they have in the racks by that window. Maybe the boxes will block it.
Maybe they should frost the street side windows. It would still let some natural light in, but dull the tacky factor that they now have with all of the boxes being so visible.