I was walking down 7th Avenue at 57th in Manhattan on a crisp September morning when I saw her. A bronze-colored hacking coat, impeccably cut with svelte, liquid drape, worn over a cream cashmere turtleneck. A trim cream pencil skirt, hitting just below stockinged knees, snapping tight with each step of her ankle-height heels. The embodiment of New York chic. She was also ancient. Time had stooped her shoulders and twisted her frame. Her closely cropped hair was thin and grey. She walked slowly, with one hand firmly on the stiff handle of her companion (seeing eye?) dog and the […]