A man and his dog discover camera heaven

On Saturdays in the 1950s, my father and I would occasionally head from our Bronx apartment to the subway at Yankee Stadium for the 15-minute ride to Manhattan’s Columbus Circle. From there we’d make regular stops walking downtown: Jack Dempsey’s restaurant, where the great boxer occupied a window booth; the small magic shop, where amazing feats were performed at the counter; and finally, Willoughby’s Camera Store. Dad loved cameras and talking photography with the salesmen there before we headed home.