November 24, 2009. Early morning. I am walking out of my house. There it is, parked across the street. This little panel truck, graffitied to within an inch of its life. As I’m going down into the subway, I notice a man with painting supplies on the curb hailing a cab. I imagine this is the driver and artist. He found a good parking spot and is on his way to the job. I was on the way to mine, so I didn’t stop to say hi. My loss, I suppose.
