The Indian of Broadway. He’s a water fountain! A light fixture! An unspoken apology dressed up as an homage! The Indian of Broadway stood next to Shotwell Florest, which detonated in a spectacular gas explosion half a century later. On the spot for years stood a billboard with a picture of a different kind of Indian – a “guru,” as the Sixties called them, surrounded by airborne Shotwell stock. “Never underestimate the power of a flower,” said the sign, which directed us to Shotwell’s new location.