July 15th, 2003
Sixth Avenue, Midtown.
I would really like to be able to sit in on these classes.
I like this 70’s log cabin atop this turn of the century building.
This a detail of Tin Pan Alley, which now instead of selling songs, they sell all that crazy junk that homeless people try to sell you on the train. All the stores around here, require ‘Tax ID’ before you’re allowed to enter, so a person really is at the mercy of the subway salesmen if they want unbreakable combs or light-up yo-yos.
A sexually aggressive moving company, spotted in Chelsea this morning.
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