Word: traffice
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...City is decked out in her Christmas finery now, of course. The roasted chestnut vendors are yelling louder on the corners, and an extra fleet of wreathed hansom cabs have been hauled out, as if from some secret storage barn, to further confuse the yuletide traffic. Most of the better Fifth Avenue shops are piping carols out into the street, but scarcely anyone stops to listen. Their music is drowned by the clanging bells of sidewalk Santas. Rockefeller Plaza's giant evergreen is ablaze with colored lights, and the Rockettes are kicking their hearts out in a "happy holiday extravaganza...
Statistics, of course, are always possible. New York has more of everything: 650 miles of waterfront, 1000 public schools, 5000 miles of sewer, 20,000 traffic lights, 45,000 manufacturing plants, 2,820,000 trees. New Yorkers receive 13 billion pounds of perishable and 8.5 billion pounds of non-perishable foods annually; their subway vending machines yield close to 2,000,000 pounds of pennies. Daily, they chomp 3,500,000 pounds of meat, swig 460,000 gallons of beer, pull 21 miles of dental floss past their molars, guzzle and flush 1 billion gallons of water. The municipal corporation...
...cleaning ladies leave their office buildings and Broadway's still a traffic jam. An hour later the drunks roar in bars and continue until 4 when they're spewn upon the city streets and gobbled, many of them, by pimps and whores who've waited all night for their exodus. Night club shows end earlier, threeisn, a fine time for a walking tour of midtown. By five the bartenders are wending homeward, and pigeons strut unchallenged down Park Avenue. Head over to Fulton Street Market and have an-early seafood breakfast with rubber-booted fishermen at Sloppy Louie...
...well, though you must look harder for it these days. You can get lost without much trouble in the still paths of Van Cortland Park, where the slither of garter snakes and scamper of rabbits will echo louder in your ears than the muted hissing and groaning of traffic in the distance. Or cross the bay to the dusky lanes and country gardens of Staten Island. Even occasional streets like those rows of brownstones in the sixties, between Park and Second, release you from the hustle of the town. These are not organic New York, of course, merely vestigial reminders...
...another traffic matter, Cambridge officials yesterday met with a representative of the State Department of Public Utilities to discuss a route change that would permit busses stopping in Harvard Square to use an underground terminal. The DPU, which must approve all route changes, took the matter under advisement...