“The Fall” by Nathan Ward
A riderless horse clopping with hungry purpose down the block was not such a rare sight on that part of the West Side then. . .
A riderless horse clopping with hungry purpose down the block was not such a rare sight on that part of the West Side then. . .
New York was scruffier then; everywhere you saw signs of its humbling in its bald park lawns and strobe-popping Broadway head shops . . .