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Show 106 make "dinner," which consisted of a bowl of Frosted Flakes, to a well-groomed woman, awake in the morning hours, moving fluidly-was jarring. We bought some blueberries at a market and moved down uneven stairs to her office in the basement. By this time, Erin had moved from making $8 an hour to a salary of $50,000 a year, and the first thing she did when we entered the building was give directions to some employees. In the basement she showed me what Halloween apparel was going to be big this year: pirates looked promising again, as did Giuliani masks. Spiderman too, though not as hot as previous years. Perennial big sellers: Star Wars costumes; an assortment of Sexy costumes; the devil; Wonder Woman's red boots, though not so much the full Wonder Woman ensemble. Since Erin had work to do, and I didn't know a lot about New York, I decided that I would walk around wherever the street and maps led me, and rely on her later to show me the cracks and basement of the city. New York in the Day I found that my slim body and long legs moved well in the density of downtown Manhattan; I could cut and swerve around slower pedestrians without making contact, weave around stopped and still moving cars. It took a while to get used to the idea that cars were expecting pedestrians; many times, crossing SLC crosswalks, I would rum my head to find myself in a staredown with the headlights of an impatient car already committed to its left rum. I also found myself being shouted at when walking around outside in Salt Lake, and while this happened on a regular basis in New York as well, it was so regular that it blended |