Mister Softee, W50th St & 6th Ave, New York, NY. The above image was taken after an unsuccessful pilgrimage to rout out Dr. Maddow from her lair, the public entrance to which is down the street to the right. I was along as sober chaperone to three self-described “giddy fangirls.”

Fashion victim(izers), Midtown, New York, NY. I quite enjoy the look on the guy’s face. Modest. Restrained. But still: “That couldn’t possibly be a scrunched-up rug pad up on that lady’s head. By Jiminy that is a scrunched up rug pad on that lady’s head!”  Which of course was what

Carnegie Deli mainstay, New York, NY. With the inimitable Liza, who, as I recall, watched me eat most of these pickles with a kind of a bemused detachment.