Up in the Bronx, Looking for the Crack of Dawn?
Castle Hill Avenue, Bronx (Photo: NYT)
Recently, after a cab ride from Manhattan and a friendly chat with the yellow cab driver (he was from Moscow, and wanted to know if I thought Irish people drank more than Russians), I found myself on Castle Hill Avenue, walking to the 6 train. There was a growing throng of early lunchtime adults and uniformed schoolkids on the street, and as I walked past a guy and a girl, neither of them more than 15 at most, I overheard the girl say to the boy:
"Have you had sex today yet?"