It was well after midnight when the bus stopped at 64th and Fifth Avenue, and we were let off. Tom went home, and I walked to Bloomingdale's. The bike was still there. The wicker basket was full of refuse—an empty orange juice container, a broken plastic coat hanger, a brown paper cup from Burger Heaven with a straw through the top. That was all right—New Yorkers keeping their city clean.
One more thing. If there is a Subway Series and it goes down to the wire, Game 7 will be played on the same day as the New York Marathon! That sounds like a good day to take that No. 4 train downtown and wander around New Lots Avenue. I'm pretty sure I can manage to get on it.