See If You Can Pick the Window

Thirty eight years ago I spent the night in one of the apartments whose window you can see in this shot. We had attended a party of people who had worked on a failed political campaign.


I woke to the smell of coffee brewing and cigarette smoke.


I sat up and found I had been sleeping on a couch when my feet hit the back of the person who had slept on the floor in front of the couch.


That's the way it was in mid-town Manhattan - thirty eight years ago.

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