Colum Fountain Curio’s owned that gray building on a muddy hill near the foot of Landing Ridge. The flat roof had three oversized vent hoods that dwarfed the building. Below the muddy hill was a muddy flat area next to a muddy creek where he built his house and painted it the same drab bluish gray. Rains splashed the surrounding muddy ground and gave both buildings muddy skirts.
I started at Columbus Circle, next to Central Park in Manhattan. I crossed over to Broadway and followed that road as it led to Times Square. In front of me, a woman in a short black dress sped along, and I tried to keep up. I caught up with her at the next street where she stopped for traffic. As she stood there, cars sped close on the cross street.