I love the energy of New York, even though it would destroy me to live there. A love-hate thing, I guess. Friday morning, Maria and I got up at 5 a.m. and walked downtown to Times Square, which was quiet but by no means deserted. There I ran into the most stylish street sweeper I have seen in awhile, the man in the red suit with a cell phone in his hand checking his messages. He just spoke to me of life in New York City and in America.
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August
Dawn In Times Square: Man In The Red Suit
by Jon Katz