A Neighborly Written Exchange In Greenpoint
Dispatches from New York
So a while back I spent a Saturday unsuccessfully searching for a night stand or an endtable or really ANYTHING to put a lamp on top of.
I returned home, empty-handed and exhausted, to a perfectly sized, perfectly colored night stand sitting on the steps of my apartment building. I left a note (which you can see below, and really is the whole point of this story) under a can on top of it. Later that night the stand was gone but the note and the can remained with a return message appended to it:
… and on the reverse side:
I have to be 100% honest: I like the drawing of the dinosaur much more than I did the night stand.