A new chocolate shop beckoned. Delicious plans were afoot. "Gourmet chocolate vending machines!" the handsome young owner shared.
Oh, but we had those too. Sprinkled across subway platforms, for a nickel, then a dime and then for a precious quarter, a small delight of luxurious heaven awaited.
Fred W. McDarrah and the Village That Refused to Be Quiet
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Fred W. McDarrah did not photograph history from a distance. He stood
inside it. Shoulder to shoulder with musicians, poets, organizers, and
strangers wh...
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