I went out to the BRONX on a Saturday Morning. Friday I found myself overwhelmingly busy with trying ti sign lease for a new apartment in Brooklyn.
So Saturday I trained out to the BRONX. It was a Holiday Weekend, and everything on this Saturday was slightly mored relaxed.
Traveling northbound on Southern Boulevard, I came across these four young Ladies risking a lot by venturing out into the street trying to lure their marks up the hill for a car wash.
I was reminded of my own youthful occasional desperate attempts to sell lemonade to the passers by on my block back in suburban Illinois.
It was beautiful to see and hear them pitching for the traffic that was flying passed them. It was heroic and it was futile, but it warmed my heart. As I continued onward, I reflected on this quartet of car wash hucksters, and I found myself smiling ear to ear.