Too many wheelchairs. “It’s depressing.” As we sit talking, she glances out the window. “Oh look,” she says as two residents pass by with their dog. “There go some old people.”

” They’ve got backbacks out to here. What the hell are they studying? ”

What’s in those backpacks? And are they headed for Times Square on their bikes?

I’ll sleep better tonight. Knowing folks like Izzy are out there on that wall.