pears over a black
    screen.


              Every blade of grass has its Angel
              that bends over it and whispers,
              "Grow, grow."
                                        The Talmud



                                               FADE IN:

    1987

1   EXT HARLEM STREET ­ DAY                                          1

    A COLD WIND blows a bright red scarf tangled high on a street
    lamp.

    An iron waste bin is blown sideways into an inter