what about the plastic animals?: Carvel

Today we should have a spine-tingling story of passion, despair, redemption and the virtues of a cherry cola poured by a soda jerk. We should. Instead we get a story of me getting sweaty on my bicycle.

I volunteered to organize a photo walk of the South Bronx in a few weeks so I've been spending my Sunday mornings trying to piece the walk together. Greg and I walked the route recently and it looks photogenic enough. The last couple of rides I've made have been to fine tune a couple of sections.

Even though I left at 7:30 yesterday morning, and I was riding at a slow speed, it was so hot and humid that I was a big sweat ball within a matter of minutes. After the reconnaissance mission was complete I got some exercise by riding speedily up Park Ave. to Fordham and back.

Fire hydrants that have the sprayer attachments? Very, very appreciated.
Fruit stands on Fordham Rd. that sell banana-papaya frosties? Very, very appreciated.
Carvel on Webster Rd? Having just finished the frosty I only stopped to take a picture.
More fire hydrants that have sprayer attachments? Very, very appreciated.

I got home around 10:30. Exhausted and drenched I take a cool shower. Then it is up to Morningside Heights for breakfast and to get milk at the farmer's market. My life would be much simpler if I bought milk at the grocery store downstairs, but the fresh milk from the Milk Thistle Dairy is so much tastier.

The heat and humidity are oppressive as I walk slowly across town. I pick up the Sunday paper. Now for breakfast.

Too late! Tom's is packed with Seinfeld tourists. I've never actually eaten there. Oh well, I'll try Deluxe, which is not all that good. I sit down at the counter and the sweat starts pouring off of me. Buckets of it. My shirt is totally drenched. New York in the summer!

Thinking ahead as I type I realize there's no clever, or even satisfying, ending this the story so you might as well click on one of the links to the right and read another blog.

Anyway. For $6.75, which is actually cheap, I get burnt sausages, greasy, almost inedible home fries, four slices of bread that were waved at a toaster, and somewhere between four and six scrambled eggs. I ordered two eggs but the eggs I received easily filled half a plate.

Then I got a quart of lowfat and a pint of chocolate milk and went home.