This blog usually thinks of Duane Reade as one of 21st-century New York's Visigoths, trampling history underfoot as the company erects more and more megastores. But this old remnant of a sign, near Chambers Street downtown, reminds us that even today's chains can go the way of the dinosaur. Also, that Duane Reade has been around since 1960. Hm. I feel so much more warmly toward a dead Duane Reade than I do a live one.
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