When I passed Broadway, I noticed the neighborhood was changing. I walked by many Italian restaurants and stores, all closed. Little Italy was not yet open for business, but Chinatown was. A truck that was delivering seafood kept pace with me. It would move ahead, make a delivery, then move ahead again. At one stop a crate containing lobsters was dropped off. It was cracked open and the most beautiful lobsters were lifted out trailing long strands of dark green seaweed. People gathered to buy them, holding out plastic bags that the lobsters, waving their claws and flicking their tails, were dropped into. Each plastic bag as it was carried away, bulging and jerking as its contents tried to escape. Next