Ya gotta love NYC.
I first visited that burg in the middle 1960s. I was interviewing there for a human resources manager position at the Arizona branch of a company that was headquartered not far from there (I got the job).
I was billeted at the old Commodore Hotel not far from Times Square. That evening I decided to go out for a walk to get acquainted with the Big Apple.
Just outside the hotel, I was greeted by the sight of cop kicking a down-and-outer in the gutter of the street. "Get up! You can't sleep there." I moved on down the street to a hot dog restaurant. I was hungry so I sat down at the counter and prepared to order.
Next to me was another of the breed mentioned in the paragraph above. He was pleading with the guy behind the counter to let him buy just a hot dog - no bun. The counter guy told him no, they only sell complete hot dogs, buns included. The feckless soul then got all emotional said he already had the bread - a loaf tucked under his arm. It seems a Sister of Mercy had given it to him. Well, they agreed to disagree, and the guy stomped off.
I finished my "complete" hot dog, and decided to wander farther up the street.
Almost right away, I was approached by a young guy who asked me for some money so he could return to his home on Long Island. Said he had just been mugged, and his wallet was stolen. He also said he was an ex-Marine. Well, I knew something about military armament, so I said "So you're an ex-Marine?" He assured me he was. I asked him "So tell me, what's the first step in field stripping an M14 rifle (then current issue to Marines)?"
He stammered around and made some lame excuses - at which point I bid him goodbye, and moved on to Times Square, where I was treated to further revelations too numerous to mention here. Suffice to say that I was impressed (actually shocked and dismayed).
And such was my introduction to New York City. In retrospect, the hot dog restaurant was actually pretty good...
John