New York Shitty Day Starter: Street Shallots

Yesterday as I was walking down the valley of the shadow of Greenpoint’s death (West Street between Calyer Street and Greenpoint Avenue) I smelled shallots. Being a lover of tasty smelly things I followed my nose. This is what I found.

Shallots on the sidewalk.

Lots of ’em.

And shallots on the street. In 85 degree weather.

New York Shitty analysis:

1. Those of you who are more observant might notice this rich harvest of halitosis-inducing foodstuffs is laid out rather liberally in front of what will (or at least is promised to be) WNYC Transmitter Park.
2. I have no idea what the “produce handling” regulations are in our fair city. But I suspect leaving members of the onion family on the street— a street, I will add— where derelicts and ne’er do wells tend to congregate; shoot up and pee is hygienically questionable. And then of course you have the issue of “run off”, e.g., street sludge, oil, anti-freeze, etc.
3. See: Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle.

Pick your produce wisely. 2009 is the new 1906!

Miss Heather