New York City – Larry Livermore

Cars, Bikes, and People

I’m waiting, with a dozen other people, to cross Metropolitan Avenue. Mothers escorting kids home from school, hipsters languidly examining

December 1967, with the bleak gray harshness of a Michigan winter just beginning to bite. I was hanging out at

It started innocently enough: the storm begins on Sunday morning. Schadenfreudists – and I know there are many of you

It’s impossible not to see – and to marvel at – the near-miraculous transformation has come about in New York

I can’t help thinking I’m falling for some meta-textual “I know you think you know what I think you know