On Thursday morning I biked down to Little Italy to catch up with Justine at the Cafetal Social Club on Mott Street. We were sitting outside chatting at a table when one of the older Italian guys that hangs out there all day spotted a baby rat right near our table. He walked over our way, and then without any warning he beat the rat to death with the broom he was holding and then proudly smiled at us. Hahaha.
...and someone dunked their feet in purple paint and made footsteps that go between the two community gardens. (Adam Purple pretty much single-handedly created every garden in the Lower East Side by riding his bike up to the central park horse stables, collecting manure, and carting it back downtown to mix into the soil around all the empty lots where they'd torn buildings down. Over the years and through thousands of trips with manure, he turned all the empty lots into fertile topsoil where plants could grow!
