Part my my early youth was misspent close to New York City. My family, from the Adirondacks, was there because my father was offered a job on Park Avenue during the depression. Getting NYC-ites to notice is tough, especially as they walk to or from different destinations in Manhattan. This guy manges to get their attention in Grand Central Station. I know that’s tough because as I wandered the streets as a just barely teen it was close to my father’s office… so I knew it well. So let’s pause… to give a hats off to the gentleman who orchestrated this…