Then. York Street, looking north from just north of Front. Royal York Hotel on the right. No rhyme or reason for this one; other than I like the happy family, their stiff sided suitcase and the old bus. I love those old buses — I'll see them junked in the countryside somewhere and I'll make a hop over a fence for a look. Anyone here like to travel by bus? Between Erie and Buffalo awhile back an Ethiopian lady let me have some of her lunch. The paroled prisoner beside me — just a kid — I gave him fifty bucks.

Oh, the picture date — I'm guessing 1960-ish.  :)

Now. September 2012.