It’s still unclear to me exactly when I realized Alex wasn’t going to stop running before he entered the street. For months and months he’s been excellent about this trick of survival in the streets of Manhattan, running running running right up the edge of the curb, then halting and holding out his hand for me to take when we cross the street.
This time, no. He sideslipped the police barricade and weaved right out into the middle of the intersection of 5th Avenue and East 96th Street. Cars were turning onto Fifth out of Central Park. Alex was laughing and …read more