The next phase of life journey begun on an island in front of One Times Square Building on 42nd Street in New York. Two suit cases and a wife in tow. New immigrants. Exhilarated and fearful at the same time. We situated ourselves close to the Army Recruiting Booth, a place of safety in our estimation. Cannot remember if there were real persons inside, or just an empty booth with picture of Uncle Sam’s I Want You on the outside. No matter, a picture is always worth a thousand words.
Next, we crossed the street, planted ourselves in front of a large record store, waiting for a taxi to take us to a hotel. Browsing the display window, we saw a picture spread of a half naked man on an album cover. Dressed in a loin cloth and squatting as I vaguely remembered. An indelible memory marker of our arrival at the New World.
When we became hip to the ways of a Big City, we found out that the half naked man was no aborigine, but a white-hot comedian named Richard Pryor.
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