I cleaned 43rd Ave Friday night and Sunday morning. Yesterday afternoon, the Avenue was still pretty darn spotless, if I do say so myself. But apparently some *lovely individuals* came 'round overnight. This morning residents were greeted with evidence of a visit from some fine upstanding people who are making the most of their lives and contributing greatly to society (sarcasm is my alternative to expressions of hopeless despair).
Several tags appeared on the overpass. By the time I arrived, a wonderful neighbor had already remediated those tags and all that remained were the ones on the sidewalk.
Graffiti like this is not even creative or artistic- this person just spraypainted letters (their name or initials?). This kind of breaks my heart. I imagine Panday must feel very impotent and sad, and somehow has the idea that spraying his or her name on a public space is a means of asserting ownership/power/control. I feel bad for a person who seems to have such a tenuous grasp on self-esteem. Panday, please, you are better than this! You can do things to make your community better- every one of us has this POWER; every gesture, no matter how small, can be a force for change. You get to decide if you want that change to be positive or negative. Please Panday, help, don't hurt!
(Wow, what the heck just came over me?! Sorry blogosphere; I'll get back to being my usual bitchy self now.)
So Spring has sprung, and the Avenue is a'bloom with the usual goodies. These just bloomed overnight, in fact. Let's take a look!
Behold ye 43rd Abenue whitefish:
Some libation to get one in the mood (or to wash away the memories after the deed was done?):
And of course it wouldn't be 43rd Avenue without a smattering of drug baggies:
Welcome, Spring!!