This was the type of almost-fall NYC morning when the city gleams, despite the noise of garbage trucks and buses, despite the gleam in the eye of the mechanic when I take my car in for servicing this AM. Sidewalks are washed down, kids are walking to school, joggers are out. The city is not up to full speed yet, and the sunrise makes buildings sparkle. But then, I see they've torn down what I thought was a landmark structure, an old Horn & Hardart Art Deco building that also housed the first bookstore I worked in when I moved to the city. Very, very sad. How was that allowed to happen?