So you miss the prostitutes and the strung out runaways of the old days?
yea.. the good ole days of dodging the crack whores, drug dealers, stepping over needles, broken glass, legions of rats and drunks, bums washing windshields with diapers and avoiding pick-pockets all while enjoying the stench of fresh urine.
Much prefferable to Olive Garden..
There were no prostitutes or strung out kids directly on 42nd St. Only dirty old men and Ratso Rizzo types. The others you mention were along 11th Avenue. I like that 11th Avenue now has grocery stores and decent restaurants and that the old tenements are full of young people but I loathe Times Square and that section of B’way. As my brother always says “It looks like Potterville.” It does! Mr. Potter won.