One gentrification attempt that didn't quite work

I have been having a donut craving for the last three days. It all started on Saturday, when I told a children's story at church about a childhood incident when I got busted for eating donuts when I wasn't supposed to. Of course, all that talk about donuts made me just want a big greasy, sweet donut to eat.

This afternoon, I was out doing errands and decided that I was going to walk down to Amsterdam and 106 and visit the shiny Dunkin' Donuts that opened about a year ago. As I walked through the snow and slush, I thought about what kind of donut I wanted. Maybe I would get a blueberry donut, or a bismark. Or maybe I would get both. In the distance, I could see the awning, reaching the street, topped by a big plastic donut being dunked into a cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee.

Finally, I arrived at the store, only to be greeting with large signs in the windows reading "This location is now closed. Thank you for all your business!"

So apparently, at least one attempt to gentrify the Manhattan Valley neighborhood with a large chain outpost has failed.

Unfortunately, this means that my donut craving is still unsatisfied.

An even less satisfying postscript to this story: On the way back home, I managed to step into a three-inch deep puddle of slush and water, soaking my shoe and foot.