Imagine my surprise when I was awakened at
around 3 a.m. Monday morning to what sounded
like dozens of steel drums—and that's just what
it was. Got up, got dressed, grabbed my camera,
and went to investigate what turned out to be
prelude to yesterday's annual Labor Day West
Indian Parade, which takes place one block from
my house. Since this is an election year, every
politician in the 5 boroughs was on hand (but
sans costume, so much too dull to be shown here).
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