Three more from Saturday

I was going to call the first photo an alternate cover image for Chuck Berry's album ST. LOUIS TO LIVERPOOL, but I see now that the street is actually New York. Oops. I essentially shoot all my outside photos blind, mostly because I am.

Next: What the hell is a condom dispenser doing in Powell's men's room? Do they sell mud flaps and unbreakable combs on some floor of the City of Books that I've not visited yet? Then: possibly the greatest worst paperback cover I've ever seen. One way or the other, there's no way the innards could live up/down to the outside.