Yesterday, as I was running the last of my errands before leaving New York City with a car-load of stuff, I saw a homeless man peeing at the end of my block.
It felt like an apt goodbye.
Goodbye, his stream seemed to say, see ya never.
Good riddance, I thought.
I zipped up my last suitcase, hauled it down my second-story walk up, and stuffed it into the trunk of my double-parked car. When was the last time a fire hydrant was used anyway?
I looked in my side mirror to avoid the hoards of bicyclists and pedestrians as I drove past the puddle of urine and out of the big apple.