"Eight Billion Stories in the Naked City"

Slowly the cab forged through the blizzard. There were no pedestrians to be seen on the sidewalks. Who but madmen and cabdrivers would be out in this frozen chaos? At a red light the driver slid open the glass partition. "You all right back there?" "Yes," said Harry. "Thank you." "Your buddy still breathing?" "Yes, sleeping peacefully." "You think this is bad?" "What?" said Harry. " This ," said…