May Day 04/05/2006 - Nothing Spectacular

“Fifty-third Street was a bus with a dark, bobbed-hair beauty atop; Fifty-second was a street cleaner who dodged, escaped, and sent up a yell of, "Look where you're aimin' ! " in a pained and grieved voice. At Fiftieth Street a group of men on a very white sidewalk in front of a very white building turned to stare after them, and shouted:
"Some party, boys!"
At Forty-ninth Street Peter turned to Dean. "Beautiful morning," he said gravely, squinting up his owlish eyes” (page 118).

Once I had exhausted the possibilities at Columbus Circle, I strolled down Broadway to get some shots of Peter and Dean’s cab ride. Nothing too spectacular. I was looking for cheap hotels too but the only thing I came by with was The Ameritania next to the Ed Sullivan Theatre and it just looked cheap. For all I know that place is expensive as shit and come to think of it Sterrett was in a small hotel off of Sixth Avenue. I wasn’t even in the neighborhood.

“In a bedroom of a small hotel just off Sixth Avenue Gordon Sterrett awoke with a pain in the back of his head and a sick throbbing in all his veins” (page 124).




Fitzgerald, F. Scott. “May Day”. Tales of the Jazz Age. First Pine Street Books: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 2003.