Right after I took this photo, a man wearing a Con Ed helmet hopped down from his truck and walked over to me. A few years ago, he said, he came to work out here early one morning and found, right on this spot, a dead man slumped on the sidewalk. He doesn't know anything about what happened to him, but he said someone has been maintaining this memorial in his honor ever since. Here's what it looked like last fall.
There have been many jellyfish sightings around the city since we first encountered them on the side of a truck.
We haven't seen one of these suckers since February. The NYPD must have been spying on me in much subtler ways during the intervening months.
His dad wanted him to follow in his footsteps, but Junior's true love was cars, not hair.
