There he was: Crossing the street at Central Park South and Fifth. In a suit, carrying a briefcase. With the same toothy look as always.
Eliot Spitzer.
The former governor of New York. Former federal prosecutor. Former presidential possibility. And former (presumably) user of high-priced hookers.
No entourage. No bodyguards. No state police escorts.
Nothin’.
Just him, walking across the street, alone, on a bright sunny day. Just a few months after he resigned.
No need to ask him for an autograph any more (not that I ever would have). But, oh, how the mighty have fallen.
And how interesting are the things you see on the streets of New York.
