I used to like to walk to the ferry at 2am after my shift in Rockefeller plaza. Liked having the city to myself.
One night, during my walk down 5th avenue, I bumped into four Dreamers. One of them had a look of hate that betrayed terrible things he had done. His rage was palpable and he wanted to rip me apart. My American pride and Sicilian blood wouldn’t let me apologize and walk away. Luckily his friends pulled him away.
These are dangerous people folks. And they are pouring in.
‘_______during my walk down 5th Ave.____________’
In 2005 we were in New York - from Calif. - for a Long Island high school reunion. We ‘went into the city’ one evening after the reunion, and were walking past Radio City Music Hall at midnight. I saw a dumpster alongside the theater, and got excited. I reached in hoping to pull out a tutu, or tights, or ANY part of a Rockette’s costume! NOTHing - except a nice wooden hanger.
Said hanger resides in my closest with the year of ‘acquiring’ duly noted on it - - - : ^ )
Oh - we passed hardly a soul, having walked blocks to the Long Island Railroad.