Friday, June 20, 2008
Last night, as I was walking home on Third Avenue after dinner with a friend, I found a starfish lying on the sidewalk.
I kid you not. A real, actual starfish. It wasn’t a living starfish, mind you -- it had been bleached and dried and otherwise rendered non-stinky. But a starfish nonetheless. I picked it up and looked around quizzically, thinking I might be on Candid Camera, or whatever the modern equivalent is. But no one paid me any attention.
So I brought the starfish home and put it on a shelf with some other seashells.
Strange things wash up on the sidewalks of New York from time to time.
Unrelated: If you’re a Suzanne Vega fan, you’ll want to read this.
(Photo: E. 29th Street, May 2008)