Passing back through Harlem, I kept a lookout for the museum. I stopped at the traffic light in the center of town. Ahead of me, on the right, I could see that there were still Christmas garlands hanging on the side of the police station. One of the taller brick buildings – two stories – had a graffiti-style collage of Stan and Ollie painted on its entire southern side. Three pairs of grinning faces kept watch over a fenced-in used car lot.
