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...that in any large city. In the search for Son of Sam, police could rely only on hunches honed by years of experience in deciding which reports warranted legwork. A man seen dancing to music from a portable radio at one of the victim's graves in a Bronx cemetery one night last week obviously merited study...
...operation, as were several other well-capitalized, chain-owned markets and high-volume discount stores. But hundreds of tiny shops-most of them mom-and-pop operations that barely scraped by even" in the best of times-stayed gutted and shuttered. Reported TIME Correspondent Mary Cronin about the South Bronx: "Store owners gaze angrily at the rubble, the empty shelves and the twisted grilles hanging from their windows...
...week after looters wrecked the R & M furniture store on East Tremont Avenue in the South Bronx, Co-Owners Irving Wiener and Richard Margolin stood in their showroom-empty except for four Day-Glo orange overstuffed chairs-and wondered if they could reopen. They had lost $100,000 worth of merchandise during the blackout and had not yet learned whether their personal disaster was covered by insurance. Explained Wiener bitterly: "Our policy covers damage by riots, but the mayor hasn't declared this a riot." Down the street, Polish-born Harry Sperber figured that he had to restock...
...South Bronx, along East Tremont Avenue, one of the few shopping areas left in the gutted slum, looters stole some $55,000 worth of goods from the huge R & M Furniture store. The next day its owner put out word that he would pay $25 for each TV set returned. Police learned from a tipster that a man had stashed swag in his basement. The cops entered without a search warrant and reclaimed about $2,000 worth of furniture. One of the invading cops admitted later with a laugh: "Now I can be arrested for a violation...
...black and Hispanic youths. Some of the officers in Bedford-Stuyvesant swung their long riot sticks like golf clubs, sending tin cans and other debris flying out of the gutter. "Hey, man," called out a black youngster with a chuckle, "your grip is all wrong." In the South Bronx, a brightly lit Ferris wheel slowly revolved in the night sky, its two-passenger chairs filled. Sporting shiny new Adidas jogging shoes, a young teenage boy in Harlem said with a trace of wistfulness: "Christmas is over...