It’s still a mystery why New York City residents suddenly found themselves in a cloud of winsome aromas…
An unseen, sweet-smelling cloud drifted through parts of Manhattan last night. Arturo Padilla walked through it and declared that it was awesome.
“It’s like maple syrup. With Eggos. Or pancakes,” he said. “It’s pleasant.”
The odor had followed Mr. Padilla and his friend along their walk in Lower Manhattan, from a dormitory on Fulton Street, to Pace University on Spruce Street, and back down again, to where they stood now, near a Dunkin’ Donuts. Maybe it was from there, he said. But it wasn’t.
Mr. Padilla was not alone. Reports of the syrupy cloud poured in from across Manhattan after 9 p.m. Some feared that it was something sinister.
It certainly wasn’t the sweet smell of coffee from Gillies, which, for years now, has had its aromas banned by the city of New York.
Go figure.
Wow — 5 different blogs according to Blogger — Though it looks more like four. Have you read The Golden Notebook?
That was then… Bloggle was once three blogs rolled into one, which was a bit of a bother. And I contribute to another blog or two from time to time…
Oddly enough, you’re the second person in a week to recommend (or at least bring up) The Golden Notebook. Lessee… black book, yellow book, blue book, red book, right? š
Yes, but it’s Lessing, not Lessee š And you’re forgetting the golden book that came at the end that brought everything together — A — I heart Doris —