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Day 71: Fall Migrations

September 6th · 3 Comments

Labor Day is over and as the shadows of the skyscrapers lengthen, the wind funneling down 26th Street carries just a hint of cool. New York’s autumn migrations have begun.

The great, slow-moving herds of Swedish, French, and Polish tourists, clad in fuschia polo shirts and staring quizzically at their Eyewitness Travel guides, are beginning to empty from the Nike store on 57th Street and make the long trek to JFK. On Broadway, the office girls are just starting to blossom into sleeves and slacks.

Prides of bankers have returned, loping up and down Wall Street, tan from their summer vacations but still lean and hungry.

College students and glum-faced secretaries pack into the subway in humid, sweaty clusters, far more dense than they were even a week ago. The doors slide open and where three squirm out, five shove in.

Cars and buses jostle through the intersections, bleating at each other angrily. Darting between them are pods of the young, carrying backpacks and wearing button-up shirts. The ones who are going to prep schools have sprouted a soft, downy layer of navy.

Tags: Sights & Scenes

3 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Sulley // Sep 6, 2008 at 11:57 pm

    Thoreau and Whitman would puke on each other.

  • 2 Sulley // Sep 8, 2008 at 10:26 pm

    That is I mean to say, the nature of things get perverted in the big city. The writing however is quite enjoyable I must say Mr. Ferris.

  • 3 Ferris // Sep 12, 2008 at 10:06 am

    No, Sulley, I appreciate it. Next week on A Year in New York: a mixed martial arts slamdown between Truman Capote and Graham Greene.

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