The Oldie

The Big Apple is rotting

A friend of mine was mugged recently in Central Park.

He and a friend visiting from France were wandering along the bridle path in one of the park’s more genteel stretches, near John Lennon’s old building, the Dakota.

Two men stepped out of the shadows and demanded their wallets and phones. The American handed over his iPhone, the Frenchman his sustainably made Fairphone. The criminals pocketed the iPhone and smashed the Fairphone to pieces, not believing for a minute the Frenchman’s bleating

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