Earlier this year I started a half-assed job of trying to put thousands of old photographs in some sort of order. It's not finished yet. There's a lot of tedium involved with this sort of task, and also jolts of pleasure when pics. I'd completely forgotten about turn up. Here's a sign in the window of the Ridge Paint Hardware Co., on Third Avenue. A relic from a 20th Century Gotham. Everything about the sound of the phrase "jimmy proof locks" makes me happy.