The glare, the brightness, the pulsating life--the news banners telling of war,celebrations, deaths, births, sports scores.Theu always advance; they do not go backwards. But they turn corners. And the video screens, hanging from office towers like bait. Who is the fisherman? Damn if I know. But people drop our Times Square Ball each New Year. Times Square. Where we have, amid humongous traffic, a small garden.