Word: midtown
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...airiest. Woody Allen's penthouse duplex is high above Fifth Avenue, and its glass walls provide an illusion of floating. Outside, in foreshortened perspective, like Saul Steinberg's popular poster, stretches much of the city: the lakes and woods of Central Park, the skyscrapers of midtown, the rococo parapets of the West Side. This is literally and figuratively Woody Allen's Manhattan: the movie's opening sequence, a montage of romantic cityscapes, was largely shot from the director's own terrace...
...shop for the insurance money so he could pay off his bookie, somehow turns up for the disco's opening night where he beams at his son who somehow (not through musical ability, that's for sure) has escaped the strip joint circuit and is opening at a plush midtown disco...
Just before 9 a.m., a dusty yellow bus pulls up to a corner in midtown Manhattan and lets out a dozen black-coated, bearded Hasidic Jews from Brooklyn. Others, similarly dressed, come pouring out of the subway entrance. Swiftly, the narrow, dirty street begins its daily transformation. Pale hands splay rainbows of gems across velvet cloths in store windows, magically making each an entrance to Ali Baba's cave. This is West 47th Street, a tiny world of its own that handles about half of the diamonds entering the U.S. Here brokers play middleman between American buyers...
...suspicion that the bistro described in The New Yorker was the Red Fox Inn, in Milford, Pa. However, the legendary Otto had sold that hideaway last May and hoisted his toque over an old saloon in Shohola, Pa., that he rechristened The Bullhead. The inn is 90.5 miles from midtown Manhattan. The politician, it turned out, was president of the bank where the couple got their mortgage for the new place. The Times's Holmes and Watson dined there that night. Their reservation was in the name of McCarthy...
Some successful boat people are also work-aboards. New Yorker Harvey Abramson, 48, a bright-eyed, bearded designer of medical equipment, maintains an office in midtown Manhattan that he has not visited for a year; he does all his work in the fo'c'sle of his 43-ft. cabin cruiser, which is berthed in a boat basin on the Hudson River at Manhattan's 79th Street. He keeps in touch with secretary and clients by onboard phone. Says he: "My therapy is tinkering. On a boat there's always something to do." There...