I portaled to 38th Street Manhattan. October 9th 1953 1:43pm. What strikes one are the smells. Unfiltered auto exhausts soot from light industry a background radiation of cigarette smoke. In them technicolor days everyone smoked like a chimney. Made me light headed. I weaved into traffic below. Was almost hit by a '53 Chevy delivery van. Guy yelled ethnic slurs, and traffic rules at me. I would have taken his portrait, but didn't want to start a race riot. I shimmered home.