My condo on the Upper West Side had the level of soundproofing expected in a multimillion-dollar property, but still the sounds of the city filtered in-the rhythmic thumping of tires over the well-worn streets, the protests of weary air brakes, and the nonstop honking of taxi horns.Īs I stepped out of the corner café onto always-busy Broadway, the rush of the city washed over me. New York was the city that never slept it never even got sleepy. Who has been caught in the Crossfire with
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