Yesterday I temporal shifted to the corner of Wall, and Liberty lower Manhattan. 

March 26 1937 2:11pm. I stayed 20 minutes. 

Normally only seconds, but I know the area. 

In sixty one years I'll be working a few blocks away.

The vendor was a sweet guy from Romania. 

We chatted about the Brooklyn Dodgers. 

I asked him if he thought Negros would ever play for them. 

He shrugged, "...maybe 20 maybe 30 years" he said. A liberal.
As it will be it's only 10 years away,...from him. 

I got a Cott orange soda, and a hot dawg, and wandered on.