I’ve talked a lot about The Ginger Man, my old man’s bar of cherce when I was a kid. Well, one of the coolest things about that block, 64th Street just off of Broadway, was this:
I found this picture at The Time Machine, a cool, though defunct site by Neil J. Murphy. Worth poking around.
Thanks to the consistently stellar Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York for the tip.
I miss the character of the buildings and surroundings the most, definitely not the crime and grittiness of it's denizens. Yet Manhattan just doesn't feel like NYC anymore, it's more like trespassing on private property.