EVERYONE is out and about here in New York. I mean, have we ever had such perfect few days? It really did feel like a holiday weekend. But...ever confounding... the boy/men who wear their pants down below their bums. I'm not sure why this fad has persevered. There are even billboards criticizing the inanity and danger of the trend. (Apparently recently some fan of the saggy pants shot a coupla guys, but then tripped and fell when his pants dropped down and stranded him sneaking down the fire escape. DEAD.)

I'm so tired of climbing subway stairs behind someone's sweaty UNDERPANTS. When will this stop?

But there were cuter lighter things happening on the streets. A gorgeous red-headed bunny and her sis.

A dad taking his girls to lunch. Fashionistas in training for sure.

And my favorite, squirmy girls on the bus.

That one in the middle really had my number.

Then, since someone here answered the smelly tree question last fall:

I thought you could tell me why these new spring blossoms that are suddenly everywhere seem to be more smelly than usual, and this is NOT that baby spitup smell like the gingko trees. This is more, ummm, dead body, trash stank. Answers welcomed.

Pretty, but Yucky.

Happy Passover/Easter/Smelly tree season