Back in the 70's, I lived in New York City for 3 years. I had a little 3rd-floor walkup above a country-western bar on 48th and 8th Avenue. This was just a few blocks from Times Square. I had a friend who lived at the Times Square Hotel.
So this postcard brought back memories. The only New Year's Eve I lived in that apartment was memorable - I was too afraid to go down there, so just stayed in my apartment and listened to all the noise. It was like being there anyway!
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