Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Today as I was walking past Broadway and 8th Street, I saw a woman run by. She looked to be in her twenties. She was wearing a jogging bra, short tight running shorts, socks and sneakers. And carrying a very unused looking full-sized shovel. Was it a quick errand (she didn't have a purse or fanny pack)? Something she found (she was running with it, holding it in one hand)? A pre-emptive strike against mashers? No idea.