The other day, I went into Manhattan for a meeting on 31st Street. Afterwards I decided to take a stroll around midtown. It was a beautiful summer day. The temperature was just right, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
I strolled up 6th Avenue through Herald Square, along 34th Street and past Macy’s, down 7th Avenue and into Penn Station, then alongside Madison Square Garden, and then over to 8th Avenue and onto the grand steps of the General Post Office.
Enjoying the opportunity to take a break from my many pastoral duties, I went to a store and bought myself an ice cream and an iced coffee. I next found a shaded bench in a nearby public plaza. The plaza was bustling with activity—people rushing here and there, tourists taking photos, and many others sitting on the benches and enjoying the day like me.
An Unusual Display. After a short time, I noticed a very unusual middle-aged woman who had walked onto the plaza. She was standing about twenty-five feet away from me. By all…
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