Last night, folks throughout the city smelled the maple-syrup smell again. The city’s 311 line got 35 calls about the smell in just a few hours, most of them from Manhattan. Maybe it’s a collective projection we have when we’re feeling cold and lonely and want a cuddly, womblike childhood feeling. It should come with Saturday-morning cartoons and couch forts. That would be good for morale. [NYT, Gothamist]
