So, I am in a mood most foul after a typical day on my own personal road to Utopia when I descend into the malodorous 42nd Street subway station.
There, to my surprise is . . . the Angel of Love.
And, she is handing out . . .
messages of love.
And, I am charmed. She seems so guileless and weird. She is probably an out-of-work actress rather than an out-of-her-mind NYer.
And then I think, does she make a living this way? Can I do this AND support my family?
One moment’s flight of fantasy is followed by the cold-hearted calculations, all in the City where there is a broken heart for every light on Broadway.
Wow – seems like some kind of sign from the universe!