Seventh Avenue

Melvyn Blum, a wealthy executive whose real estate company tried to buy the trade center leases last year, was watching through a telescope from his 44th floor office on Seventh Avenue a few miles away.

As such, he doesn’t wallow in the minutiae of Savile Row tailoring or wander into the weeds of Seventh Avenue personalities.

She stumbled and mumbled along, but between Seventh Avenue and Eighth she stubbornly arrested her guardians.

And the rule has been kept—not only in Seventh-Avenue, but in every industrial school—since.