Last evening I took the Q train from Brooklyn, over the Manhattan Bridge, to the East Village. Coming over the bridge at night, saw Manhattan's buildings all jumbled up in a high, angular heap, looked impressive and friendly. All that dirty industry, that mass of construction, vigorous and tense, decorated with coloured lights.
We went to Avenue A. Alphabet City. Makes me think of the Muppets. But Jim Henson lived in Brooklyn, not far from Debs, I'm told.