It was impossibly warm yesterday and I ran to the studio and all of Brooklyn was alive and thrumming and I finally spotted the pigeon coop that houses the birds I’ve been noticing for a couple of years spiraling over Williamsburg. Up on the roof there was the exact guy you would want tending the pigeons, which is to say he looked like a retired boxer. His big mug peered over the roof looking at the traffic and the guys drinking beer at the bodega and I gave a him a wave way up there and he waved back.
