Most of the time, I avoid Times Square. It feels more like a theme park than New York. Not that I’m feeling nostalgic for the days when it was gritty and filled with drug dealers, porno theaters, and hookers. I wasn’t even living here then. On this particular August day, I was meeting some friends just north of Times Square and decided to walk through it and blend in with all the tourists taking vacation photos. One of the great things about New York, is it affords you a bit of anonymity… unless you’re Bill Cunningham. Everyone can spot Bill. I once ran into Christina Ricci at a bodega in Williamsburg getting her $1 coffee there like everyone else as though it was no big deal. And here, it’s not. I like that.