Posted on September 22, 2010
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After nearly landing my sandal clad foot in a discarded carton of goat curry at last week's West Indian Day Parade, I got to thinking about how many times I have had similar close encounters on the streets of New York. Living in Brighton Beach/Coney Island for several years (a prime destination for bizarre litter enthusiasts), I have developed an expertise in the strange things people leave behind. Sand filled tee-shirts on the water’s edge, half eaten hot-dogs framed in sun-dried ketchup and single high heels are on the short list. Some things, partially decayed sting rays for instance, are not man-made, but equally treacherous.