Stories from 1960s New York: Police chase naked man down 8th Avenue
This story starts in Brooklyn, but it finishes in Greenwich Village, which is almost Brooklyn.
Hang on, this is a hum-dinger.
I was on my way to a Volvo dealer in Manhattan who owed me $25 from a refundable deposit on a car I didn’t buy. I had plenty of time, so having alighted from the train, I popped into a candy cum tourist shop. It had a wall full of buttons all with sayings designed to say, “I was a goofball tourist in New York City.” I wasn’t, but what the heck, I wanted one.