Eastern Parkway is back to its usual calm decrepitude the morning after Carnival and I sit, as usual, on a bench drinking my Dunkin' Donuts coffee and maybe eat a bagel. No overripe women dancing in scanty feathered costumes or gangbangers, just the usual Jewish women jogging in their long skirts, wigs and iPods; Spanish men walking beautifully groomed dogs; a few of the usual leftover drunks.