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I don't know if there have been budget cuts in street sweeping, but I've been noticing a lot more discarded and run-over wigs in the road.
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Anonymous said…
There are simply some posts that leave me saying...Hmmmm.... and I know I will kick this one around in my head all day!

Bandaid
2:44 AM
Mama Bear said…
I'm left remembering the song "Waiting for the B Train" by Christine Lavin... Tried to find it on youtube with no success, but I think you'd get a big kick out of it (and her).
5:28 AM
ArtGekko said…
Are you sure they aren't just very flat roadkill? I've noticed an uptick in the dead raccoon population lately (does that even make sense?!), and some sad scenes where it's momma and 2 or 3 kits who all got schmucked together.

-AG
9:39 AM
Marissa Dupont said…
Think on the bright side- maybe it means many cancer patients no longer need their wigs! :)
10:47 AM
Gina said…
Funny how the mental image is determined by where you live. Mine was of the tranvestite hooker wars/catfights on Calvert Street in Baltimore back in the day - mornings after would be a cornucopia of wigs and false fingernails and crack viles littering the sidwalk along the park. Good times.
5:51 PM
Lisa said…
Discarded wig as Rorschach Test!

I love it.
6:22 PM
Syndee said…
Wow...send them my way :)
10:17 AM
Anonymous said…
Hey Gina, you and I must have been neighbors in Mount Vernon! That describes early 80's B-more to a T.

I remember the really tall transvestites and otherwise flamboyantly dressed patrons of the Hippo out in the streets at night. Once I was walking to the Buttery (formerly by the Walters Art Gallery) from my studio at MICA at 3 am and was getting loudly hassled by an A**hole citizen of Baltimore that had creepy intents upon my person. And a fully dressed "transvestite of the night" ran up and slammed this creep in the head with a heavy purse (I suspect a brick was in there) and then started screaming at this guy for oweing her money for a "job". What can I say- that hard working Baltimore native probably saved me from a terrible fate, and did so while wearing a 2 foot high flaming hot pink wig, long, long red fingernails and an eclectic collection of riske' clothing you can't find in good christian Malls anywhere... Lets hear it for the wigs!

I love Baltimore, in all its wonderful, diverse glory.

Annalisa
10:24 AM
Anonymous said…
How odd, I was visiting Broadripple, just north of Indianapolis a couple of weeks ago and saw... pitifully discarded in the road... a wig!

Idhunna
8:10 PM
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