1966

Who reads timetables, indeed. Let TWA handle it! You never need know what time your flight leaves; TWA will wake you up, put you in the shower, dress you, and drive you to the airport.

There's something autumnal about this picture, and I don't just mean the bare branches or the hues.

Well, no, I guess I do. But it's the also the sense that the old New York, as seen in the brick and the neon, is giving way to something more modern and charmless. Even worse, it's going to face a few bad decades of decline before it gets renewed, and that process will drive out even more brick, tear down even more old small details.

I have a lot of emotion invested in a place where I don't live.