full circle

First, a slightly (one hour) belated happy Thanksgiving to my friends and family in the country to the north. Funny to think that might've been us, and this "getting used to a new city" deal would have been magnified by it actually being a new city.

Today, in said city:

Walking down St. Mark's Place near 1st Ave, we passed a cafe (or store?) with colorful plastic chairs and a plastic side table out front. On the table, a white paper bag with handles, the kind you get in upscale stores to bring your upscale clothing home. On the bag, written in marker: "SUSPICIOUS PACKAGE."

Driving on 9th Avenue heading toward the Lincoln Tunnel (I've noted this one before but this time I remembered to record it), a sign on a fence. An official sign, this, a metal rectangle with white letters on a green background, the kind you see everywhere. But this one said: "Don't even THINK of parking here."

What can I say? I like New York attitude.