An account....
Roughly 100 people came out in the cold that night. At the peak a line of Grannies, AAWers and associates stood against the recruiting station holding the Broken Hearts posters. Others held them up to the passing traffic. The rest milled around talking to passerbys and handing out hundreds of Broken Heart postcards ...many people were sympathetic, there were foreign tourists who seemed to either be with us or baffled. The least sympathetic were the two head security people for Nivea. Nivea had rented the northern tip of the "recruiting" triangle for promotion of their skin care products in a picket -fenced "Garden of Love." Those hostile security people made it quite clear that our signs were not welcome in the Garden and they were obviously not happy to have our assembly so close the their blissful enclosure. Joyce and I decided to see if we could sneak the signs in, as once in the Garden we would have the opportunity to have our poster-holding image on the giant screen over TS (rented for further Nivea promotion) We put the signs under our coats and waited on line. After a while we reached a lovely white wooden swing amidst the flowers and arranged ourselves in front of the camera, Nivea-given white roses in our teeth. When the camera person said ready, we opened our jackets and expected to be tossed out of Eden. Instead the photographer was either in agreement or not comprehending because she asked us to adjust the posters so that they would be more visible and minutes later our images were projected over Times Square. Jumbo-tron pictured below left!