A crowd of men gather under a neon-lit marquee advertising sex films on 42nd street in 1967. (Bettmann Archive via Getty Images)
When I discovered 42nd Street in the early 1960s of course I was too young to enter the movie houses I wanted to and all I had to do was look at the marques displayed outside. Wasn't long before someone was standing beside me, offering me a cigarette as we chatted about the movie playing inside. One thing led to another and I followed him down the street. I love how easily we faded in a crowd...
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