They were placed on virtually every street corner, tucked into the recesses of numerous bars and ensconced in many a drug store – the kind of pharmacy that had soda fountains dispensing chocolate Cokes and lime rickeys.
You may not recall those iconic installations in such locations, but I do. And anyone who’s seen Clark Kent transform himself into Superman – who hasn’t? – knows what I’m talking about: The telephone booth, the real thing with an accordion door that turned on a dim overhead light when closed.
It turns out, reports the New York Post, that West End Avenue on the Upper West Side of Manhattan Continue reading
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