Lemonade for the kiddies?

As seen at the corner of Summer & Washington St. in the DTX, the lemonade guy is wearing a t-shirt that says:

"I'm not a GYNECOLOGIST but I'll take a look."

Stay classy, DTX.

DTX Pajama Party

Mondays are tough for everybody.  Nobody wants to spend a gorgeous day trapped inside of an office.  Has Monday depression gotten so bad that people can't even get dressed in the morning? 

On the first day of summer, I spy a grown man in fleece footy pajamas (with shoes on top) walking down Winter street.  Here's hoping he finds a margarita and some prozac in his future.

Caught by the berry - lunch break randoms

Two separate lunch runs in DTX resulted in these two gems. You never know what you will find when you dare to leave the office. Errant potatoes and Jersey hero's are only the beginning....

Pieces of a bra, on a bench in DTX T stop.

Hmmm. I really dont understand the need to remove under wires in a subway station.

The Irish Famine is Romantic

What better place to get your massive, leg-up, cargo-pants PDA smooch-session on than the park benches in front of the highly erotic Irish Famine Memorial statue! Submitted by an on-the-DL contributor, a couple of lunches were almost lost at this sight of affection.

Get a room, (or at least head to the Corner Mall basement bathrooms) for chrissakes!

Its hot outside, and the crazies are abound

Its been way to long since we've posted and its giving me a case of the sads. The summer feels to already be in full swing and the hobos are making claims on their territory. For you - a visual delight to demonstrate the squatting we will see more of in the upcoming weeks -

Robert Goulet

Sorry for the long-delay in posting and the lack of an actual taken photo on this one, but I literally just walked by a dead-ringer for Robert Goulet on Washington St. in the DTX near Borders...apparently back from the dead and living it up in the DTX!

Good Thing It Feels Like Summer Still

...or else, yeah, this guy would be a little chilly once he hits the corner of Summer & Washington St.

DTX, perfect place to wear a kilt...I guess...

Gymbo Jimbo

Look at this fancy guys' outfit in P.O. Square...I wonder what gym he came from wearing all black, with that hat and sandles...

Canada comes to DTX

Nice canadian tuxedo, buddy. Perfect outfit for the DTX.

Also, it was 81 degrees at this point in time.

listerine

even the homeless care about their oral hygiene...

Fill 'er Up, DTX Style

I walked by this on Arch St. right where the Post Office mail trucks load and unload but this is...umm...a different kind of unload.

Clearly used, extremely gross...someone certainly showed DTX how much they love it...

DTX is My Cross To Bear

Jesus' cross, as seen outside the CVS on Milk St. near P.O. Square while on a slightly failed ice cream run last Friday. The duct tape holding the middle is certainly very sturdy. As sturdy as Father Laval holding up the pillars of the Catholic faith.

Only in DTX...

Spaceman to Crackheads

Ah, the famous Army/Navy shop of Washington St. within the lovely (and highly appropriate) confines of the DTX. I'm sure you've passed by this shop filled with lots of goods that will help you in the wasteland we call our daytime home; gas masks (avoid the street meat/T folk smells), Che t-shirts (who doesn't need a DTX revolution?) and now as show below outside the front door, a super-reflecto spaceman suit.


Whether this is a historic piece of clothing saved from the 70's nightclubs that used to line the Combat Zone or just out there to scare the poor souls flying high as a kite on meth or 8-balls we'll never know. Amazingly, this thing sits here and no crazy Silver Line rider has decided to destroy it - although we can also only imagine how many times the suit has been penetrated or otherwise abused.

Just make sure you don't touch it...only in the DTX.

College Fund Band or Child Labor?

So this reaches a wee bit outside the realm of the DTX and into the tourist trap of Fanuiel Hall where some of us DTXers must escape to in hopes of removing oneself from the ills of the daily grind.

While making a impromptu trip to the famous Chipyard this sunny, perfect afternoon, I could hear the sound of a little live Michael Jackson being played...what I managed to stumble upon is shown below...


That is right....the "College Fund Band". A mother and her two boys who are clearly underage, playing for tips assumingly to either really pay for college or a massive crystal meth habit. Unfortunately I was unable to capture the (ironic) halloween pumpkin they were collecting tips in.

After watching in amazement at this child labor in action for a few moments I quickly dropped $1 into the pumpkin and wandered off to the sounds of Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours" while a gaggle of 12 year old girls oogled the older child and lead singer belting his heart out.

Social Ills and Pigeons Part Deux

In separate incidents, Kim and I witnessed the demise of a pigeon in an egregious act of bird on bird on bird violence.

First, I saw a pigeon get run over by a Duck Boat full of tourists. The dirty little birdie ping ponged underneath the Duck Boat and then under a parked car looking a little mangled and very startled.

So I made my way to Boloco where I run into Kim. I tell her what happened and she proceeds to tell me that she saw a sea gull flying away with the mangled pigeon in its mouth, and a little boy yelling “LOOK NANA! A BIRDIE!” Yea kid, a dirty DTX bird with the stank of death. Can’t wait til you are telling your therapist about it.

Only in DTX.

Social Ills and Pigeons

This story comes from my esteemed colleage Linsday Leal. This pigeon thinks it "owns" this corner next to the CVS of Dreams or Heaven. I cant recall. In any event, Lindsay witnessed a mother leave her child in a stroller next to this death monger as she spoke on her cell phone. Said child freed itself from stroller and proceeded to eat loose potato chips that had spilled next to the "corner pigeon". The moral of this story? Moms, watch YO babies - they may be injesting evil pigeon excrement in the DTX!!

Looking Dapper in DTX.

Urban dictionary defines Timbs as the "dress code for the streets". They are the obvious shoe choice to add some personal flare to business attire. If you work in Downtown Crossing that is...

Old Fashioned Revival

If anywhere needs one, it's here.

SPAAAAAAAAAAARE CHANGE

Compliments of MR Barney

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOULTcAKnRE