Parked on Union Square West, in front of a nondescript NYU dorm, sits a truck painted in primary colors. There's a carnival awning on it. It's high noon, and the shade seems like a nice place to get out of the swelter.
A modest crowd is gathered, less frothing political rally and more absent passersby watching older men tinkering with a Rube Goldberg machine on the back of a car. By 12:30 the crowd is mostly people who heard some white guy was passing out dollar bills.More »