June 14, 2021 - From our archives: Issue No. 8 - 05/20/20.

I walked through a sleeping city; I walked by a silent Carnegie Hall. I stood at West Fifty-seventh and Seventh Avenue and for a few moments, I could hear the sound of the American flag clapping in the wind. On West Fifty-eighth, I looked over my shoulder at the setting sun. I could barely see its rays, held between the buildings at dusk. Then the night fell, but the streets made no sound, and I kept walking.