Remind me that I am not allowed to post in the middle of the night when I haven't slept and I am acting like a big titty baby. Sheesh.
I took these pictures yesterday during the three hour opera of sirens whirling up 1st Avenue toward the crane collapse eight blocks north of my building.
If I had thought to point my camera out the window a few hours earlier, you would have seen far more fire trucks. But I didn't think.
Today I looked out the window and saw something else.
I went down to the sidewalk, 41st between FDR Drive and 1st and took these pictures.
I happened to walk up to the car at the same time as the owners, who were taking pictures too. When I said I was sorry that their car got trashed, the man half of the people said, "We weren't in it, so we're happy."
It's a shame the liquor store is closed on Sundays. (If it weren't, I would have bought them some whiskey). (Stop assuming I'd skip church and get obliterated. I am not that gross. Yet).