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May 16, 2011



We are always connected to where we grew up, where we lived, where we worked. I'm 3,000 miles away, and reading this still brought tears to my eyes. NYC will always be the gateway to home.

That year was also my annus horribilus when going through it. But in hindsight, the other things that happened gave way to bigger and better things, though they took a while to build. I hope that NYC will allow that to happen at Ground Zero, too.

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    Formerly GF. Self-explanatory, I think.
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    Our former next-door neighbors. Their given names begin with neither S nor B, although the names that everyone calls them do begin with S and B. Go figure.
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    Wife's daughter, who is almost eighteen years old. An artist and aspiring actress who spends an inordinate amount of time getting physical therapy. She'll be starting college in the fall. We'll be in debtor's prison by the spring.
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    My 25-year-old daughter, a college graduate from SUNY New Paltz and working in the world of theater, making props. Currently her work can be seen on the campus of the University of North Carolina in Durham, with the Playmakers.

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