At 45th St. three cop cars surrounded a red sports car. Behind it was a scrappier sedan. The owner of the sports car opened his wallet and passed several bills to the owner of the sedan. The cops watched.
At 49th one of a group of five shadowy men called out, “that’s good calisthenics you.”
At 57th a man whose face was hidden under a cape’s hood stumbled across the street looking like a deranged prophet.