Standing on a corner in Scarsdale, waiting for Dave Berck. I don't know why the sight of 19-year olds driving $50,000 cars never ceases to amaze me, but it doesn't. I am perhaps naive, or I've just been away for too long.
Across the way, the Westchester Band prepares to play a free concert, and an audience more advanced in years is showing up with folding chairs. Then Berck shows up.
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