Friday Night Twilight Walk
Slow, soft summer sunset. A stretch limo that seems to go on forever turns left onto 45th Street obstructing traffic in both directions with teenage boys hanging out the windows screaming their heads off. Prom Night I can only assume? Too startled to get a photo. Turning south down 1st Ave. Some hard, new little pears are sprouting. And Emily has finally gotten her Ph.D.! More teenagers dressed in formal-wear giggling in front of someone's house. No photo, to protect the…