The incessant window-tapping at sunrise had gotten to be just too much for Upper West Sider Steve Rosenwasser so he opened the window and let him in. The persistent pigeon flew into the apartment, landed gently on the over-stuffed living room chair, and proceeded to relief himself of a massive load of avio-diarrhea. “Grandpa?” shrieked Steve. Interviewed for Reincarnation Magazine, the young Rosenwasser relayed that just days before Hyman Rosenwasser, his paternal grandfather passed, he sat in that very same chair and thinking he was just quietly passing wind, mistakenly unleashed a torrent of cauldron-bubbling loose stool. “Who else would sit on that chair except Grandpa Hy!” said Rosenwasser. He added that he doesn’t mind springing for another round of chair cleaning given the rare opportunity to visit with his “grandpaps”, watch baseball and eat herring. “I don’t care if he shits on my head. This is a gift.” When interviewed for this article, the pigeon relayed that he was exhausted, having just flown in from Boston.
I'm over here now. 