Letters could be intercepted.

Telephones could be tapped.

Email had more holes than pegboard.

Sometimes, the flight of a lone pigeon through the city was the most secure conduit of communication available.
I thought about that book and I think I want to see. I found a bad thing. Early meeting, please. -J
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The one hundred years of the life of Greenwich Village wasn't long in the life of the earth, but for a nation not yet three centuries old, such a legacy was significant. While it had been years since any starving artist could afford to live in the trendy district, the rebellious bohemian spirit, buoyed along by the aura of the university, had lived ( Read more... )

The chessboards of Washington Square Park had largely cleared with the onset of night, but a few diehards remained to play in the faint light ( Read more... )

Nested in the bohemian color of the Village was an unassuming second floor office at the corner of Cornelia & 6th Avenue. There was no obvious sign proclaiming the nature of the business so passer-bys, both visiting and resident, tended to ignore it with the assumption it was home to some specialized service they'd felt no need of to date. This ( Read more... )