The three bald guys didn't go to church

I met up with two classmates (from undergraduate days) at a bar (tagline: "we were here before you were born") in downtown New York City.

The bar is right opposite a church, which has probably been here since the 1850s too. Needless to say, this sort of "live-and-let-live" won't fly in Oklahoma. Oklahoman churches don't trust their parishioners: they want bars to be at least half a mile away and for alcohol to not be sold on Sundays.

Enroute to the bar, I walked by Chinatown. This is a statue of an imposing looking Chinaman, although the bird crapping on his shoulder kinda lowers the intimidation factor. The farther-away white building is City Hall.