From youth we were encouraged to gaze upward, by that strong, faceless voice heard over WPIX-TV every afternoon, back home after another day of parochial schooling, as Adventures of Superman commenced and commanded: Look. Up in the sky! It’s a bird . . .
You know the rest.
Living in the Big City, in its infamous outer boroughs and colorful neighborhoods, “up” was more likely a word used to precede “yours” than it was a place to look.
Recollecting a bit: The peepers were usually, and more practically, to be found casting sideways. We were a jaywalking citizenry after all, darting from between parked cars …
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