Strikers On Parade
So, I'm walking along 57th Street near Lexington and I spot one of those huge blow-up rats in front of the Habitat Hotel with about 60 or so blue collar workers with 'STRIKE" signs around their necks. They're all blowing whistles and air horns in unison in front of the hotel creating this huge wall of deafening sound that either compels you to stop and watch or repels you because of its volume.
I, of course, had to stop and watch, regretting that I didnt' have my camera on me.
Some of the younger guests going in and out of the hotel found it entertaing judging by the grins on their faces. The older, most polished and sophisticated guests kept their annoyance at the whole scenario barely hidden beneath their stoic faces as they rushed in or out of the hotel.
A marching band consisting of about 7 black kids parading up the street, beating drums and horns raising awareness and collecting money for "Save the Children" were invited by the strikers to march past them and stop in front of the hotel too which they did. The strikers were hooting and hollering, blowing their whistles, blasting their air horns and shoving dollars into the hands of the marchers for having stopped.
You should have seen the look on these kid's faces. I think this was the last thing they expected when they strapped on those instruments and prepared to take on the day "saving the children." It was a cool New York moment.
I, of course, had to stop and watch, regretting that I didnt' have my camera on me.
Some of the younger guests going in and out of the hotel found it entertaing judging by the grins on their faces. The older, most polished and sophisticated guests kept their annoyance at the whole scenario barely hidden beneath their stoic faces as they rushed in or out of the hotel.
A marching band consisting of about 7 black kids parading up the street, beating drums and horns raising awareness and collecting money for "Save the Children" were invited by the strikers to march past them and stop in front of the hotel too which they did. The strikers were hooting and hollering, blowing their whistles, blasting their air horns and shoving dollars into the hands of the marchers for having stopped.
You should have seen the look on these kid's faces. I think this was the last thing they expected when they strapped on those instruments and prepared to take on the day "saving the children." It was a cool New York moment.