It didn’t help that the streetlights had been shot out. Boarded-up buildings. A botanica shut down for the night. The sign for a long-gone gypsy cab service hanging at a crazy angle. A steel-shuttered fried chicken take-out joint. The corner bodega was the only retail operation that appeared to b...
That evening I had an early dinner at a Hell’s Kitchen red-sauce joint with Luce Guidry. She was all decked out in a narcissus-yellow two-piece suit featuring a gigantic strawberry pinned to the lapel. I showed her the pictures. “Think it could have anything to do with the skanks I took down at N...