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the walk The End… ‘

The real shock came on the last block though, where all visual traces of personal wealth and security vanished. I was now walking among sidewalkers who did little other than post-up, grimace, or play music out of their boom box. The ‘population’ here was 90% black, and thick with the presence of vagrants.

A distinctly unsafe feeling took hold of me, and a new vigilance gripped harder. I had no deisre to make any eye contact for more than .2 seconds and, turning south onto 6th, I was bracing for potential attack.

A strange and uncomfortable feeling, indeed. But more, I was in awe of the radical shift of fortunes represented in just a five-block stroll. The briefest of journeys, which took me from the gleaming towers of the world’s largest financial institutions to an island of desolation. Separated by just a few city blocks, but truly worlds apart.

PS: I saw my first homeless guy with a cell phone.