During my time spent in New York City, the newsstand came to be a point of refuge, not only for me but to the everyday patrons as they passed by on their way to work. A gathering place, a point of a brief conversations and connections with humanity one on one before stepping back into the flow of the crowded sidewalk just out of view.
Stepping off the treadmill into the momentary seclusion of the newsstand, the regulars would pick up the Times or the Journal to read on their commute back to Jersey City perhaps via PATH, the regional commuter rail system. Seeing the regular stop by, the owner would venture out from his warm abode...out past the plastic portal and warmly greet his daily visitor.
Even in the crowed urban landscape of today, we still treasure those one on one connections...whether it is the person on the subway that you see each day...same time -same place, the street vendor you pass by and he is there rain or shine, or the doorman that welcomes you home each night.
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