It's funny. Every time it rains in the city the aftermath is written in the scattered skeletal remains of broken umbrellas. Their spines twisted, nylon skins ripped and flayed, their bodies lie crumpled and forgotten on the sidewalk or in the street or else ingloriously dumped into trash cans.
It occurs to me whenever I witness this carnage that the cost of more expensive, durable umbrellas is totally justified. After sacrificing a couple of cheap drug-store umbrellas on the altar of the stern New York winds, spending $30 or $40 for a umbrella that will last not only seems like a good idea but a prudent one. A gentleman should not be without a good umbrella.
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