Half past dawn. An Upper West Side mom pulling a pink-leashed Yorkie and pushing a stroller-saddled toddler approaches me on the curb. Suddenly the dog darts across the sidewalk, a flash of hot pink turns tripwire and I stumble just as toddler begins yodeling. Mom shouts, “TINA!” and it was impossible to tell whether Tina was the toddler or the dog.

“Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!” -Macduff

(Central Park West)