#73, Fort Greene, Brooklyn
I've written before about ghost numbers -- those eerie background figures that haunt the space near other, more prominent numbers. They're a familiar sight in Prague and Venice, where street numbers have done some shuffling over hundreds of years. But it's unusual to find one in Brooklyn. This slapdash 73 would fall into the "Oh well, what the hell" category, to quote McWatt from Catch-22. Look at it. They didn't even try to make it fit in or bother covering up the original 111. It looks like the handiwork of a disgruntled super and a bottle of Wite-Out. Anyone have suggestions for what could've been done instead?