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Chalk drawings on the sidewalks of Manhattan have gotten more professional and more prevalent in the last year.
But I’ve never caught a chalk artist ‘in the act’ until today.
I know lettering is an art unique to each hand, but I was curious how they made the colors so saturated.
The secret? Water. They dip the chalk in water.
I was kinding expecting something…more.
Most people do these days.
It’s never more apparent than when you misplace it or break it for even a single day.
It’s like losing a limb.
And I am ever so grateful to have my cellphone in hand when I’m walking down the sidewalk and see a couple of petition people lying in wait.
I’m sure the two young ladies had something important to discuss with me — they always do, right? — but I just wanted to be on my way. And my cellphone allowed me to do just that.
As soon as the petition people were in view, I put the cellphone to my ear and begin having a fascinating conversation.
With no one.
The petition people don’t bother folks on the phone.
Give it a try yourself sometime.
Admit it — most of us don’t read the manual that comes with our new smart phones cover-to-cover.
Maybe not at all.
So it’s not surprising that articles like “21 Things You Didn’t Know Your iPhone Could Do” literally amaze.
However, I would like to add a feature to that list that applies to any brand of mobile phone. It crosses platforms, versions, price points — you name it. And in New York City, it has proven extremely valuable on a daily basis.
Sidewalk Ambassador Avoidance
Got a mobile phone at your ear? Appear to be in a conversation? They leave you alone.
World peace. It’s what every beauty pageant contestant wants.
My dog meets the darnedest people on our daily walks.
Exhibit A: Young Lady, Upper West Side.
She looked pleasant and sunny and harmless. Rory used his classic curl-around-your-legs-like-a-cat maneuver that no one can resist. She immediately plopped down on the sidewalk, and they began to cuddle.
After a couple of minutes of this instant friendship, Rory was ready to move on, the corner dog store in his sights.
“Ants?” I hadn’t noticed any. “Well, I’m glad he didn’t. Not sure how those would have gone down.”
“I’ve eaten ants before,” she said with a small smile. “They taste like lemon. That’s probably why your dog wasn’t interested.”
Probably. And now we all know.