Elliott's obsession with emergency vehicles is such that he can spot a police car from six blocks away. To cheer him up when he was feeling poorly one day (Philadelphia: great museums, nasty stomach flus), H wheeled him over so he could touch a police car parked at the kerb. Now he insists that he touch every police car he sees, even if that means taking a considerable detour. Fortuitously, there's a police station next door to Whole Foods. We often time our visits to coincide with shift change at the station when many, many police vehicles are parked outside. That's where he is in the photo above.
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