"Listen," I said to the cabbie, "this is still New York, isn't it?"
He jerked his chin at me. "Hah?"
"Where's the crowds?" I said. "Where's the rotten weather? What happened?"
He nodded. "I know whatcha mean. Sure is funny. Crazy weather."
"Well, when did this happen?"
"Hah?"
"I said, how long has this been going on?"
"Cleared up about three o'clock. I looked out the winda, and the sun was shinin'. Jeez! You know what I think?"
"You think it's them atom bombs," I told him.
"That's right. You know what I think, I think it's them atom bombs." He pulled up opposite a canopy and folded down his flag.