Waiting on a corner to cross the street in Times Square, the radio of one of New York’s Finest begins to squawk just behind me.

All West 5-0. Suspect is a black male. Approximately 6 feet tall.

My ears perk up…

Wearing a winter hat and a black coat.

I look down at my overcoat and lightly touch my hand to my winter hat. As I turn to look the police officer in the eye, the dispatcher adds:

… and Timberlands.

I smile at the cop and say, “glad I didn’t wear Tims today…”

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