Well, it sounds better than "deadfall." We need no Bond villainesses; we had one named Sandy. She specialized in gruesome deaths, including this spectacular impalement along Prospect Park Southwest...and this twisted victim nearby.
Near the Coney Island Avenue traffic circle entrance, Sandy's arboreal body count piled up, in what looked like a dam built by giant beavers.
These mechanical beavers tore the pile apart, filling dumpster after dumpster with casualties of a hurricane followed days later by a crippling blanket of leaden snow.
Even as they worked, the park drive coursed with joggers, walkers, and folks just glad to be back out in our battered park and shell-shocked city.
Underfoot: reminders that nature eventually makes her own amends.
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