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The weirdest part was walking around the Wall Street area in Manahttan and seeing the armored cars painted "BRINKS a division of Pittston" on their back. My Dad had a friend who used to literally shovel money at the Federal Reserve and his son Jimmy Springett worked for one of those armored car services. He lost a young daughter when she fell into a cesspit, they thought she was lost, ran away or kidnapped on Staten Island. Wall St. today is certainly different, mostly a pedestrian walk, with a lot of people down there where it used to be kind of like the Gene Barry "War of the Worlds" empty much of the time. Buckminster Fuller wanted to put a dome on it have weather under control and have people live in it, instead of going in and out everyday. They're sort of doing that rezoned, upper buildings and new construction. A water tunnel, dug deep into the rock below the City for the last 30 years or so connecting with the older reservoirs, as far away as the Catskills, will come up in either the South Street Seaport Historic District or One Police Plaza, their headquarters, I've read. Funny, my friend now uses "Maingas" in Tuftonboro, NH in her little cabin. For awhile there, with the gas refrigerator and the three gas lights (Humphrey's) it was kind of hard for awhile. "Irving" (I think one of the benefactors of one of Grand Manan's ferries) sells gas in Wolfeboro, NH nearby billed as "America's Oldest Summer Resort" where Governor Wentworth had a place, who then became the only Loyalist Governor to be one after the American Revolution, as governor of Nova Scotia. The others, I don't know.