by JIMMY BRESLIN
[ from Newsday ]
"Forward!" I commanded."I'm not going there," the cabdriver said. He stopped in the middle of the street, short of Columbus Circle.
Just ahead was a wall of guns, a neon arsenal, around the big new rich hotel, the Mandarin.
In all my time in my city I have never seen this many guns. Not just little guns that you fit in a holster. Continued…
