Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Badge of Honor


"Anyone who has spent a typical August in New York has often been confronted with the penetratingly pungent odor of roasting garbage, overripe in the ninety-plus degree noonday sun.  It's an odor you don't soon forget and a kind of badge of honor for those with enough temerity to spend time in New York during that stygian month."
Richard Goodman, A New York Memoir

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