It was a cold day in New York City, the day after a snowfall that was now mush and mud pushed up next to the street curbs. Hard to walk on slippery black ice, bundled up against the chill, I heard him say to his friend, “Maybe I’ll just destroy them and never do it again.”
What?! Never destroy what? What did he do? I knew immediately I had this month’s street snippet. Now it’s up to you. What’s the story behind the snippet?
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