New York Night and Day

The day The New York Sun published a letter to readers stating that the paper was in danger of closing, I was at the New York Public Library’s flagship building. I had come to write, but all I could think about was the parties I had attended there on assignment for the Sun. The rooms that day were quiet, well lit, and filled with people hard at work studying their many subjects — and so were foreign to me, who knew them best filled by candlelight and men and women in evening attire, deep in conversation. I could almost hear the halls echoing with applause when the Library Lion medals were awarded or the amount of money raised was announced.