Some people see old New York in pretty buildings. I see the relics of yesteryear in nameless men pushing carts stacked past their head with crates, the black scum accumulated through ages on sidewalks, walls, chimneys, the vendors manically turning handcranks for the morning's ten o-clock opening, air conditioners perched on toy boxes. That's real city. Some people want to clean it all up, turn the town into Disneyland minus the Mickey Mouse. You can't have Disneyland without Mickey Mouse. Buildings are dead.