That’s my poor little dinghy, left foreground, tied up in a badly-chosen spot at the 79th street boat basin. (It’s somebody else’s picture, not mine.) I was down there around 1 PM today — before the cops chased us all away, as usual — and it was heartbreaking to see how the poor thing was getting tossed around. I felt certain that it wouldn’t survive the afternoon. I guess I’ll venture down again tomorrow and find out.
But it’s an ill wind that blows nobody good. At least it’s stopped people talking about the fucking ‘election’ for a few hours.