The sidewalks of the east village and lower east side were covered with dog shit well into the 90's but I did notice people cleaning up more often by the turn of the century. I once witnessed a woman in a summer dress and sandals step in a very loose pile. She was extremely upset but didn't realize that it had flown all the way up her leg, far above the knee. I wasn't sure whether to tell her or not, fearing that it would just add to her embarrassment. I decided to let it go, that she and her girlfriend had no choice but to return to where ever they came from, hopefully an apartment nearby, and would figure it out sooner rather than later. Now, in my wiser years, I would tell her.

Isn’t that what leaky fire hydrants are for?