Today marks the beginning of that special period each year, the week that July turns to August, when New York City achieves peak-stink, giving off the scent of an outhouse behind a diarrhea factory. I suppose it’s the heat and humidity and the lack of bathroom facilities to handle the crush of tourists, but, man, it is the breath of a corpse. To mark this noteworthy season, I’ll run a few of the old “Today New York City Smells Like…” posts each day this week. Hold your nose and enjoy.

Smells fine to me.