I always see strange things on Tuesday nights. Last night on my way home, I came across this sad sight on Park Row (one of the streets in my nabe - apparently it was once called "Newspaper Row" which makes me love it even more!) A waffle. No explanation. No sign of struggle. No syrup. Is there anything more frustrating than dropping a perfectly delicious breakfast pastry on Newspaper Row of all places??
Just a day before that, I spotted a lone wheel lying helpless on the opposite sidewalk as I left from work. Like a wheel on a dolly, minus the dolly.
A waffle and then a wheel? Some kind of "w" crime wave has hit Newspaper Row and I fear a miniature statue of Woodrow Wilson may be next!