Last year, two boutiques in the East Village held a fashion show with a live, amplified concert on the sidewalk. Neighbors complained, police cruised by, but the show went on. This weekend, they did it again. Only this time, the fashion show was "for health care reform."
Again, the neighbors complained--one of them remarked: "How do they get away with this year after year? I can't read. I can't think. My walls are shaking." And again, police cruised right on by (they later stopped and questioned me for drinking an open container of cherry cola on the street).
The show went on and the sidewalk filled with onlookers. Old ladies detoured into street traffic with their canes and walkers. Across a few blocks of city, people had their Sunday suppertimes upset.
Not the worst crime in the world, I suppose. Just more invasive noise and crowding in an already unbearably noisy, crowded neighborhood. Par for the course.
But what about the chihuahuas in hoochie-mama outfits? Who will do the time for that crime?