The park police rode their horses into the neighborhood to pick up some lunch at The Yellow Submarine, then sauntered up Sixth Avenue, greasy sandwich bags in hand, to return to work. What is it about cops on horses that delights people so much?

I spent half an hour fishing pins out of the bottom of my sewing box. Surely, I thought to myself, there has to be a better way to store pins. Well, duh. That’s what pincushions are for.

Now that the area outside my kitchen has been pigeon-proofed, I can plant in my window boxes again. Verbena from the Heart of the City Farmers Market. I chose this plant because it’s drought-resistant (meaning, it will survive two weeks of neglect).
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