Monday, July 6, 2015


The Central Park Coffee Shop is empty of customers now, except for me and my grill cheese sandwich.   I count of vehicles that pass by the shop door on Cedar Street.
11:26 a.m--
Gray sedan northbound
gray sedan southbound
maroon sedan northbound
gray sedan northbound
black sedan southbound
black SUV northboud
white charter bus southbound
light gray sedan northbound

11:31 a.m.--
Gray sedan southbound
maroon sedan southbound
white sedan northbound
white SUV northbound
gray SUV southbound
white sedan northbound
black sedan northbound
black sedan southbound
gray SUV southbound
white SUV northbound
red van southbound
gray SUV northbound
white SUV northbound
tan convertible northbound
chartreuse SUV northbound
gray pickup southbound
gray sedan southbound
white SUV southbound

11:36 a.m.--
Red SUV southbound
tan SUV southbound
bicycle northbound
red station wagon southbound
white van southbound
black SUV northbound
gray sedan northbound
black van northbound
maroon SUV northbound
tan SUV southbound
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