There was a period of time when NYC was like a second home to me, an era that has long since passed. A fine, shiny time before the internet, cellular phones, and apps. In those dinosaur days, one had to figure out one's own way of dealing with the city, learning from personal experience. Like, for instance, where the hell the public bathrooms are in each neighborhood. That isn't the only reason to love the New York City Public Library, of course, but it sure is a good one. This is a photograph from the modern era, taken on my way to the bus to La Guardia airport. It was one of the coldest days I ever spent in the city.
