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Balloon | Oct 25 2003

As R and I walked along the south side of Washington Square Park, we passed an enormous vehicle that looked a lot like a blood mobile but was actually a mobile police station. The door was open and a cop was standing inside, holding a large pink balloon in the crook of his left arm. With his right hand he was writing something on the balloon, using a black magic marker.

I don’t think R saw any of this because he was on his cell phone at the time, talking with his wife, whose birthday it was.

When we reached the corner, I looked back and watched the cop, now standing outside the mobile police station, release the balloon into the sky. Rising quickly, it was soon high above the trees and drifting south. As it rose, I pointed to it for R, and together we watched it disappear behind the NYU student center.

What did it say?

I thought of going back and asking the cop, then thought better of it.