Plans and Actions: Part Three

New Years Eve, 1983

It’s 20 degrees Fahrenheit at 11PM. Occasionally snow drifts down out of the sky, depositing itself unceremoniously on cars, sidewalks, roofs, trash cans, awnings, and the homeless. The snow has been intermittent through the day, so it doesn’t stick to the streets. The sidewalks are slippery—the slow that fell there has been ground down to thin sheets of ice, almost invisible on the concrete, and it’s not uncommon to see people randomly grabbing at trees, benches, mailboxes...