It's All Connected

It was a crisp fall day and Red and Duke were walking at a leisurely pace up 73rd Street towards Broadway . . . A couple crossed the street mid-block leaving only a woman with a stroller further up the block. She was speaking animatedly on her cell phone, looking into a shop window. Red watched as she turned, looked into the stroller, dropped her phone, and frantically screamed for help. His first thought was that the child had stopped breathing or was choking. It took only a few seconds un...