In the 1950s, a retired man in New York City speculates on a variety of cases of odd temporal
occurrences such as the woman who realized that the old dog who persistently followed her in
1947 was actually the puppy she adopted several years later. And then there was the now
famous case of
Rudolph Fentz who seemingly popped into Times Square on
an evening in the 1950s, apparently straight from 1876.
— Michael Main
Got himself killed is right. Eleven-fifteen at night in Times Square—the theaters
letting out, busiest time and place in the world—and this guy shows up in the middle of
the street, gawking and looking around at the cars and up at the signs like he'd never
seen them before.