Over the weekend Jake & I stood in various long lines at the Southeast Buffalo Exchange after purging my wardrobe. We swung right out of the store and headed down 37th Ave. It wasn’t long before we heard the unmistakable squawking of a duck. Sitting on a small, leafy porch was an elderly couple, talking and petting their yellow duck. I stared and they greeted us with a friendly hello.
Twenty minutes and 45 blocks later, Jake caught site of an exchange between two rather shady looking humans and proclaimed, “Well, THAT wasn’t a drug deal”. The shifty-eyed gent parted ways with his customer and disappeared down 82nd Ave to carry on with his day’s business.