It's a fact born out of necessity that my New York numbers tend to be gathered in great hulking expeditions. The first year I kept this blog, I'd often be wandering up and down Broadway in a last-minute panic when I realized how freakin' hard it is to find three-digit numbers in ending in the 70's, 80's, and 90's. This was collected on one of those panic expeditions, though the image seems relatively calm, as if it was waiting patiently to be discovered. Appropriately, this address happens to house a dentist's office, which -- speaking of the 70's, 80's, and 90's -- would be just the place to go if you want the full experiential 70's, 80's, and 90's onslaught. A little "lite rock" with your Novocain?