By the minute, on the cold late
Friday afternoon of February 22nd, 2001, I fought a losing battle
with the setting sun, as I strove to make it far enough to get
in 67th Avenue. As it was, this was as close as I did get until
the following afternoon. 67th Avenue can just be glimpsed at
the corner where the white faced row of stores ends. On the left,
an ancient warehouse building was getting a makeover in preparation
for its conversion into luxury condos. On the right is the corner
of my old optometrist's building. Though I'm sure their management
disapproves, many apartment dwellers with terraces tend to dress
them up a bit, as did the occupants of the two top floor apartments. |