Rainy Day NYC

As a city, New York buys its umbrellas from street vendors or Duane Reade. We do not expect that they will be with us for long -- we abuse them, we forget them places, we lend them to one another as if they were community property -- so we do not spend money on high quality gear. As a result, any rainy day turns this town into an umbrella graveyard. But yesterday was unlike anything I'd ever seen before -- 24 hours straight of the windiest, wettest weather I've seen in 11 years living here. Umbrella carcasses as far as the eye could see, strewn about the ground, or jutting awkwardly from trash cans.

By noon, every block had one of these.



















The top blew right off this one.















My umbrella on the subway at 2a.m. Its stem got bent against the sheer force of the wind, and it can no longer collapse to purse-size. But it did yeoman's work yesterday, and its service was appreciated.