The only time Fate takes me into SanTana's ritzy Floral Park neighborhood is while taking a shortcut across the city and straight through the area's heart: Santa Clara Avenue, from Bristol Street through Broadway. It's a picturesque commute, one where drivers see SanTana as the city's lords imagine it, a delusion at odd with SanTana's reality–nice homes, little litter, and nearly devoid of Mexicans.
But for at least the past five days, a dirty reminder of the city's reality has serenely lain on Santa Clara, a stone's throw from the estate of SanTana Mayor Don Papi Pulido, with no one from the neighborhood apparently minding. The unpleasant thing stayed on the street despite Floral Park holding a “Freedom Fest” July 3rd nearby, despite pleasant moms and dads walking their dogs around Santa Clara daily, despite the protestations of residents who insist their 'hood is perfect whenever I write about them here.
The diaper from a different angle: