THE BREAST

When I waken in the morning I used to look out on a vista of
trees in the distance. It was a lovely view that always started
my day with a smile. A few weeks ago I awoke to the sound of banging
and power tools. Not being a man, this didn't entirely thrill me. I was
however curious about what the ruckus was all about.

Well now I know. The powers that be in our little town have
decided that we need a new salt house to replace the salt house that
collapsed last year. What I don't understand is why they thought
it would best be house in an enormous breast.
You would have to agree I think that there is now something
very Fellini or Woody Allen like about my view?

I was impressed today when I looked over and saw these
two men working on the roof without any aids to keep them
from sliding off the mammoth breast.
You probably cant tell from this photo, but they are quite high up.
Why we need such an enormous structure for salt is beyond me. This is
New York, not exactly the snow capitol of the world.