The Sewing Machine, the Umbrella and the Operating Table; a rainy afternoon in Buffalo

I had few, if any, preconceived notions about Buffalo; in all honesty, until relatively recently I didn’t even know where it was. If I had been asked to guess, I would have fallen into the obvious trap of assuming it had been named after Bison bison , the American buffalo, and gone for somewhere on the great plains, in Kansas, Dakota or Wyoming. I would never have guessed upper New York state,…