What a curious thing. 

An Albany-loving friend sent me this postcard a few months back.  “If Fifth Avenue begins in the past and ends in the future, Broadway begins in the strident present and ends in Albany.”

I can’t stop thinking about what the author of those words, playwright and critic Walter Pritchard Eaton, might have meant.

“So delightfully perplexing,” my friend wrote on the flip side. “It makes me want to travel back to live what it implies.”

The image is taken from a wood engraving by Rudolph Ruzick.