Central Park's beloved open-air stage has had some work done (eighty-five million dollars' worth). Streep and Pacino may have moved on, but the raccoons stuck around.
Touted in our first issue: a love-crazed soldier, scheming septuagenarians, an Anglo-French chastity plot, and a suspected nymphomaniac with a taste for fast cars.
I was simply happy to inhabit my birthplace, my janmasthan: this almost unbearably meaningful fact that linked me to every red letter box and double-decker bus.