The trail fizzled as the sidewalk along the east side of 52nd sloped into the corner ramp at Ludlow. A pigeon had left footprints, three toes fanned out forward and one straight back as it had walked over wet concrete who knows how long ago. I pointed the tracks out to Gilda, who, at four years, still indulges her dad when he pauses their walk home from…
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