I don't know what I thought I would do if I did find it. I figured if they let Floyd in I might find some good mysteries and buy them. If they didn't let Floyd in at least I'd know that. Either way I wanted to see it.
Today I thought it would be cool to try again, after I checked that guidebook again. The dot indicating Murder Ink was actually on Broadway. It was easy to see how I got it wrong, given the scale of the map. I confirmed its location by looking at the address. It's on Broadway between 92nd and 93rd, the book showed.
However, I also wanted to give the boy some off-leash time. He has done well on the long walks but I thought he'd like to get into a dog run and have some looseness, some chance to play with other doggies. So I decided to head for a dog run on the northerly side of Riverside Park. There are actually three dog runs in the park. The one I wanted is the middle one, and it's at about 86th Street.
We zigged down to Riverside Park and entered at a path that heads down into it. A dirt path branched off the asphalt, so we took that. It felt nice to be on a dirt trail, however short. More like a hike. It wasn't long before we came upon the dog run. When we entered, there were three people each with several dogs, but the dogs were all on leashes. It looked like they were getting ready to leave. Fortunately.
I waited until they had all left the run before I let Floyd off leash. At that time there were only two dogs in there, both friendly from what I saw. There was one man sitting on a bench near the one I chose. As soon as I let Floyd loose he started in barking at the man. We joked about it a bit, how tough he thought he was, and the man grinned, was friendly about it. I let that go on a bit, then called Floyd up to the bench where I just had him hang out with me a while. When someone new entered the run with a new dog I let him down again and he sniffed the other one out. Then turned to the man and started barking again. Why I didn't think to bring a dog toy I do not know. That might have helped. I called him up again, we hung out a bit more, I let him down again, he barked again, so I hooked him up and left the park.
We continued heading north because I still wanted Murder Ink. I left the park at 95th Street, just after passing this woman and baby.
The baby had starting crying that tiny baby cry and the woman stopped several times to try to soothe it, then picked it up. That didn't seem to be doing the trick either.
This woman was one of perhaps hundreds in the park that day, with baby carriages. Most of them nannies. Back out on the street I caught a few more.
I suspect that the upper west side has more nannies than other parts of Manhattan. There are loads of stores just for children, even salons for children, the children's museum is in the neighborhood, overall there are many children here. And there are many homes for people who are well-off, who can afford nannies.
Back on Broadway, working my way back from 95th, I found Murder Ink.
At least I know where it is.