28 December 2007
Little Red Wagon
It was raining lightly last week as I strolled out of a building down by the South Street Seaport. As I crossed through one of those construction awnings [that always seem to be erected as soon as a set comes down], a woman rounded the corner with a gray hooded poncho covering her. She was in a hurry, but she was steadily pulling one of those little red wagons behind her. It was overflowing with black garbage bags that were filled with objects that were oddly-shaped. Then I noticed a large sticker taped onto one of the bags with a name printed carefully in permanent marker: A. Uribe.
Guerillas?
Guerillas?
