to Nick Nespolini

I didn't notice your sign. You should make it bigger.

Not addressing anyone in particular, the gentleman in the purple shirt was generously dispensing his views on temperature and humidity, audible to anyone who happened to come within about eight feet of him: "This kind of weather can make people break up. This causes divorces."

Located in a weirdly suburban-looking office park in the Bronx

I first encountered a toilet-papered road back in Minnesota, where the practice was supposedly invented; it's exciting to finally see this brilliant Midwestern technique being rolled out here in New York.

What is this, some kind of church?

The blue spikes (count 'em up; this is the 49th Precinct station house) predate 9/11 by 20 years, but they add some resonance and character to that mass-produced banner.

After years of complaints from neighbors and revelations of animal cruelty, the collection of decrepit trailers that once passed for a stable here was torn down and hauled away in 2008 after the city discovered that it was actually sitting on DOT property.

A very strange, shifty-eyed shirtless man (the former proprietor of this fine establishment?) pulled his car into the driveway while I was walking around; he told me that the place still operates as a stable. That seems quite unlikely, given the information above, but perhaps he was referring to the couple of trailers parked on a small patch of dirt on the far side of the house.

UPDATE (Sept. 21, 2012): One horse still lives here!

UPDATE (Dec. 28, 2014): The owner and another guy live here too!

UPDATE (Apr. 29, 2015): NY Times — "A Squatter’s Last Stand at a Condemned Bronx Barn"

This eight-pointer fills out our collection nicely.

Like the Turnverein in Germany, the Czech Sokol was a nationalistic athletic movement founded in the 19th century.

Where "even the strangest-looking kids still have good tendencies inside them."

Where's A?

This sign is well known to those pitiable souls who travel the Cross Bronx Expressway with any regularity.