Yesterday was hot — miserably hot. We were loath to go outside. We lingered in the doorways of air-conditioned restaurants and corner delis (we even bought things we didn’t want from those delis just to bask in a brief respite of cool). The number of passersby on the street The Observer heard mutter, “It’s so fucking hot”? Nine.
The number of music aficionados, free-outdoor-concert enthusiasts, and liberal artsy types of all ages willing to brave the heat for a concert by Philip Glass in Rockefeller Park on Wednesday night? As many as 5,000. Read More