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My Dad used to take me and my brother on adventures in Manhattan in the early 80s. We would find cool places to eat, go see Graffitti, explore Central Park, old buildings etc. the city hadn’t had Giuliani as Mayor yet and was still edgy. We were walking under a bridge in Central Park and a man with a hoodie is walking towards us. It was dark and his eyes were reflecting like a cat...gold. My Dad acted like he knew it was bad news and grabbed us both and turned around. When we got out we walked up a hill fast, he crossed a street and led us into a museum. We were young, I still don’t know what the fuck that was about.