Alex over at Bronx Banter puts up part of an essay by Joseph Mitchell in a 1943 New Yorker:

An air-raid warden we know, a young woman who holds down the desk in her sector headquarters in Greenwich Village twice a week from nine to midnight, is occasionally visited by the policeman on the beat.

This policeman, who is elderly and talkative, dropped in the other night, sat down, grunted, placed his cap and nightstick on the desk, and said, “I’m a man that believes in looking ahead, and I been walking around tonight thinking over the biggest police problem this great city will ever have; namely, the day the war ends”

“I got it all figured out. I know exactly what’ll happen. Half an hour after the news gets out there won’t be a thing left in the saloons but the bare walls. Then the people will tear down the doors on the liquor stores and take what they want, a bottle of this, a bottle of that. Then they’ll go to work on the breweries; they’ll be swimming in the vats. Old ladies will be howling drunk that day. Preachers won’t even bother to drink in secret; they’ll be climbing lampposts and quoting the Bible on the way up…

Read the rest of it here

times square kiss

The iconic Times Square kiss
photo credit – Alfred Eisenstaedt

Wonder if I put on my sailor’s cap and The Brunette puts on a nurse’s uniform…wait…no hat and no uniform…have to figure something out before midnight…or before we both fall asleep on the couch watching Ryan Seacrest…

See ya in the morning…we’ll split the champagne then…

- J.

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