That sailor was heading quickly south down Broadway and 7th Avenue. After traveling a block or so up Times Square, he took notice of a fast moving sailor who he thought he saw grabbing a woman and kissing her. Meanwhile, Eisenstaedt persisted in his hunt for the photo. After several minutes and the consumption of too many drinks, George and his date made their way out of the packed bar.įresh from the revelry at a Childs on 49th, George Mendonsa and his new girlfriend, Rita Petry, made their way down Times Square toward the 42nd Street subway station. Even Rita gave over to the reckless abandon. He knew the desired result would be the same whether the contributor was Jack Daniel’s, Jameson, or Old Grand-Dad. George grabbed whatever the server dispensed and did not ask what it was he drank. A generous bartender continuously poured the contents of hard liquor bottles into waiting glasses. Rather than placing orders for a specific mug of beer or a favorite glass of wine, patrons forced their way toward the bar and reached out an arm to grab one of the shot glasses of liquor that lined the counter. The scene at Childs looked much like that on 7th Avenue. As in other watering holes in New York, people walked, skipped and ran up to the jam-packed counter to tip a glass or two (or significantly more) to the war that they thought had finally ended. At the corner of 7th Avenue and 49th Street, George and Rita dropped into Childs restaurant for celebratory libations.
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