Things being what they are in 2019. I needed to get out of Dodge for a few minutes. I time portaled to West 38th Street Manhattan October 9th 1953 1:43pm. I was dressed in my 2019 jeans Nikes a NASA sweat-shirt.
Again no one noticed. I love NY.
What strikes one is the smell. Unfiltered exhausts smog soot from light industry which was all over the city then. Also a background radiation of cigarette smoke. In them technicolor days everyone over the age of 15 smoked like a chimney.
What strikes one is the smell. Unfiltered exhausts smog soot from light industry which was all over the city then. Also a background radiation of cigarette smoke. In them technicolor days everyone over the age of 15 smoked like a chimney.
It made me light headed.
I weaved into the street taking the snap above. ‘Was almost hit by a '53 Hudson delivery van. The guy yelled assorted ethnic slurs, and traffic rules at me. I would have taken his portrait, but didn’t want to start a race riot.
I weaved into the street taking the snap above. ‘Was almost hit by a '53 Hudson delivery van. The guy yelled assorted ethnic slurs, and traffic rules at me. I would have taken his portrait, but didn’t want to start a race riot.
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