Metropolitan Diary: ‘He Nodded, Apparently Took the Sign Literally and Rushed Up the Steps’
Dear Diary: It was a hot, sticky morning last August, and I was sweating. I thought I could make the light at 35th Street and Seventh Avenue. I eased through the turn just as it changed. Then, blue lights, the quick burp of a siren. Oh, no. I pulled over…
bubmagApril 22, 2019