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Show Hiabliahts of New York: The Main Stem's mazda Inferno blazes with beauty. Bulbs wink and blink like a million fireflies. The electrobatic signery jigs, wiggles, flips handsprings and blows smoke rings. Rainbow-dipped hues gleam and glitter and coat the atmosphere with a fairyland of colors. Broad-way Broad-way wears its electric jewelry like a crown while it celebrate, the nightly night-ly carnival. The exciting pyrotechnics of sounds along Times Square. Loud-speakers outside music shops pin-wheeling the latest jive jamboree. Shouts of newsboys roman-candling headlines mingle with the honking of horns and the shrieks of motorists when tempers tem-pers explode In the traffic maze. The firecracker gab of sidewalk vendors ven-dors and flea-circus barkers rocketing rocket-ing their shrill shills. The bonfire of noise reaches its blazing peak at midnight when you can converse only by climbing to the top of your voice. The metropolis Is a jagged carpet of stone and steel from atop the Empire State edifice. Skyscraper peaks provide exclamation points for the poetry of the sprawling city's landscape. Winds sprint over buildings build-ings humming their natural lullabies. lulla-bies. Ribbons of traffic below move with paralytic Indecision, and humans hu-mans are slow-motion dots along the streets. Distance transforms the turbulent roar of city life into whispered whis-pered music. St. Patrick's Cathedral occupies occu-pies the throne of architectural majesty. Its spires resemble hands in prayer. Pigeons frolic on its manicured lawns and peck crumbs. Sunlight sprays the impressive im-pressive interior with a lovely glow. Only the ripple of murmured mur-mured prayers disturbs its hushed beauty. The cathedral is not Just a place of worship it stands as an Imposing monument monu-ment to dignity and peace. When dusk settles over the town, a haphazard rash of lights zig-zag across the 59th St. skyline. The buildings are sprinkled with luminous lumi-nous confetti. This crazy pattern of magic lanterns inspires the imagination imagi-nation and defies the vocabulary. It etches a portrait that always will be displayed in memory's gallery of compelling views castles-in-the-air that have come down to earth. Central Park unveils its most exciting ex-citing scenic magic at midnight. The string of streetlamps along its lanes adorns its dark beauty like a fabulous necklace. Skeletons of trees stripped of their leaves cast eerie shadows. Silence stands guard over the mysteries lurking in the darkness. Crisp winds roam through the park and juggle dead leaves as they continue their endless flight into nowhere. The proud loveliness of La Liberty warmed by the soft fingers fin-gers of sunshine. Breezes whisk broom the folds of her flowing gown. The foghorns of passing ships offer their deep-throated salutes. America's most eloquent symbol an old and always stirring stir-ring sight. And when its massive mas-sive torch is ignited the Lady of Freedom becomes a visual hymn. The waterfront is alive with activity. activ-ity. Grimy merchant ships wave white smoke handkerchiefs as they leave on their trans-Atlantic errands. Skiffs curtsy in the breeze. Ferries slowly shuttle to and fro like mechanical me-chanical icebergs. An army of tugs patiently nudges a huge liner into port. The long arms of docks reach out to grasp cargoes being unloaded. unload-ed. Baby waves bruise themselves as they crash against the centipede legs of piers. George Washington bridge spans the Hudson with a cobweb of steel. Cars whiz across the fingers of the headlights poking holes in the surrounding sur-rounding darkness. On both sides the bridge is flanked by round-shouldered hills. And when it is splashed with moonlight this engineering marvel becomes a scenic miracle. Vth Avcnoo's fabulous shop windows. win-dows. This is where imagination has a field day, and the resulting productions pro-ductions provide a holiday for the orbs. Goods are showcased with all the color and pomp of a coronation. Stroll along the spacious boulevard and you'll be gifted with a moving picture of a little perfumed world wrapped in silks and sables. Wall Street during the early ayem hours has its visual delights. Darkened Dark-ened skyscrapers whitewashed with j moonlight stand like frozen ghosts. Grotesque shadows are scribbled across the streets. The narrow canyons can-yons are packed with roaring winds that provide the background music for a rhapsody of serenity. If you listen intently you can hear the foot-(top foot-(top of a policeman blocks away. An occasional light in a building 1 makes it appear like a one-eyed monster |