Every corner is a crossroad. We all gravitate there to watch the river flow.
If it was 86th Street & York Avenue, you planted yourself in front of the Pharmacy, watching the rich girls strut down 86th Street to their fancy addresses, making sure they knew money could never make them prettier then you.
If it was 84th Street & East End Avenue, you could read the faces on the parents coming out of Carl Schurz Park...
"Thank God, it's over, those kids drove me crazy."
And examine parents faces going into the park...
" Oh, boy, I'm going to play catch."
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