In 1976 my father took me to NYC as part of a Bicentennial trip. I remember walking around with him in an extremely seedy Times Square clutching a tiny pocket knife in my hand. Good thing I wasn’t busted then!
***I remember walking around with him in an extremely seedy Times Square***
Not any more! It is nice and clean with lots of life! I just got back from there three weeks ago and I had a GREAT time.
Of course I had to leave all my personal defense tools behind. That was the first time I felt safe in a big city, but was still on alert for anything out of the ordinary.