As if the ice wasn’t enough, somebody left a full ripe banana by the side of the road about half a mile from our new home in Bethany.
This would perhaps not be as amusing in downtown New Haven, but in Bethany there is never anything by the side of the road. No litter. No “We Will Buy Your House” fliers. No abandoned shopping carts. Nothing.
A fresh banana. All by itself amid acres of trees and snow.

And search all corners of the new-found world
For pleasant fruits and princely delicates
—Christopher Marlowe, The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus