Yesterday while walking home from work along Sixth Avenue, I watched a police officer write a parking ticket on horseback.
And I momentarily stopped pondering quadratic equations and the global economic impact on farm subsidy programs - which accurately reflect the depth and breadth of my daily thoughts while walking in the streets of Manhattan - and wondered who cleans up the manure when a police horse shits on the street?
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Two Years Ago Today:
Phone Photo Ops - Lunch in the Park