I Am Menacing
I was approaching a crosswalk on 42nd Street in broad daylight early this afternoon. A delivery van was parked at the curb on my right, its opening rear doors guarded by man who, as I approached him, drew his shiny, heavy revolver up out of his holster. I had been moving my iPod from my front to my rear jeans pocket--did he think I was drawing a weapon? A guy like that ought to keep his holster clipped.