Tue. Feb 27th, 2024

Part my my early youth was misspent close to New York City. My family, from the Adirondacks, was there because my father was offered a job on Park Avenue during the depression. Getting NYC-ites to notice is tough, especially as they walk to or from different destinations in Manhattan. This guy manges to get their attention in Grand Central Station. I know that’s tough because as I wandered the streets as a just barely teen it was close to my father’s office… so I knew it well. So let’s pause… to give a hats off to the gentleman who orchestrated this…

By Ken Carman

Retired entertainer, provider of educational services, columnist, homebrewer, collie lover, writer of songs, poetry and prose... humorist, mediocre motorcyclist, very bad carpenter, horrid handyman and quirky eccentric deluxe.