This man sits on a stoop three doors down from our apartment. At first we smiled and gave him a big Midwestern "hello!" It's not uncommon for New Yorkers to flat-out ignore your very existence, so we didn't think much of it when he didn't respond. Eventually he started to creep us out and Melon became alarmed by his constant stare as she walked by. She finally got up the courage to tell him to mind his own business when . . . low and behold . . . his left hand fell off!
Yep, he isn't real!!!
What a relief! It must be a Halloween decoration, we thought. (But it was September.) Okay, so this household is particularly festive. I'm sure it'll disappear after October. (But he's still here and it's now late November.)
Confronted with the realization that this odd man might be around for awhile, we gave him a name: Woody. In some respects he's our favorite neighbor; he doesn't play loud music or strew litter about our streets. He simply keeps an eye on everyone and sets a pace these two non-New Yorkers can handle.
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New Yorkers - Midwesterners can't tell'em apart As Brer Bear and Brer Fox might say: "He must be some kind a "real" dummmy." PapaJ
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