On Sunday morning I walked north on Broadway, and near Columbus Circle I passed the Reverend Al Sharpton and his entourage. He is shorter and trimmer than on tv. About twenty blocks later, I passed Lou Reed, walking South by himself. It was like passing a black hole of intensity and energy.
The next day, walking from subway in the morning, I passed Anne Meara, wearing huge black sunglasses. But that voice is unmaskable.
I do love this town.
And in honor of seeing Lou Reed on the Upper West Side on Sunday morning, here is an early video from The Velvet Underground of their Sunday Morning.