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If you don't have a doorman, you may as well go for a foot-tall armored figurine. Or so thought some folks living in a maisonette on Riverside Drive.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Long, long time ago, building contractors used to seal cats or whiskey or women inside of a building before it was finished to give the building a soul. Maybe the tenants here are going for something similar?
Certainly possible, but I'm still going with doorman-substitute, although, now that I think of it, I'm not 100% that building didn't have a flesh-and-blood doorman.
Like stone head at the front of the Ansonia, over the entryway.
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