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. Â His first thought was that the child had stopped breathing or was choking. It took only a few seconds ...