Fire... or something of the sort. The other afternoon (yes, it is dark at 4:30 p.m., you may recall), pal Paulie and I were in Chelsea for a biz meet and encountered a herd of fire engines and police cars, with several blocks closed to traffic. Around the corner, a residential high-rise was being evacuated. The only thing missing... smoke. Uh, so where's the fire?
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Psyche! This is actually steam coming from the street.
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The building in question, ever so slightly dramatized.
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