Apparently, the Walgreens a few blocks up was destroyed by arson. I say apparently because I wasn't here to see any flames, let alone any saboteurs setting them. I only saw the burned-out hulk of a rooftop air conditioner in the middle of the intersection, surrounded by police barricades. The locals told me it was arson. No word on whether the air conditioner was dragged there after or, as I prefer to imagine it, popped off the roof like a champagne cork and came crashing down in a cloud of fire.
Noah's Bagels across the street boarded up its windows, but its owners have spray painted the plywood with encouraging pleas for normalcy. "I ASSURE YOU," reads my favorite, "WE ARE OPEN."
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