Rubbing shoulders

Our little village here in FiDi, only taller. A lot…taller.

Wall Street dining

Fine eats downtown.

Shine on

Beneath that giant Pepsi sign that gives this fair city light…

Slammin' amd jammin'

Oh mother of pearl, is this the end of poor Ricco…!?!

A wink

Out of the corner of its eye, a glimpse of New York past.

Falling water

Cool spot in a hot place.

Whiskers

The old tugboat and the sea.

Twistin' and turnin'

Damn, I miss the W train. I could read my paper then…

Rhinebeck rocks

Well, anyone can get married, but a smoke…is a smoke!

Shirt and shoes required

Wedding? Nah, not here. Try down the street.

Tales from a small place

I'll have a Stella, and noooo, I didn't get an invite, but I know someone who's going as soon as he gets cleared by the FBI, Homeland Security, CIA, local and federal agencies and my dog J Edgar Hoover.

Talk of the town

Say, did you hear about…oh, never mind.

Wedding? What wedding?

Oh, that Clinton girl…

Things are tight on Gold Street

The focus is always on making a buck here in the FiDi.

Red works

Lex Luther leaves his mark.

Miles of cloth

The clickity-clack--actually more like the wham-bam--of the early industrial age in America.

Weaving some history

Where American manufacturing began…

Upstairs downstairs

New York's back entrance has gone all porte-cochère.

A History of the World, vol. 23

…But the financial crisis of 2020 became the perfect storm for banks everywhere…

OMG

This can't be…must flee…