Parked on Union Square West, in front of a nondescript NYU dorm, sits a truck painted in primary colors. There's a carnival awning on it. It's high noon, and the shade seems like a nice place to get out of the swelter. A modest crowd is gathered, less frothing political rally and more absent passe ... More >>
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