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A month in New York City keeps turning into an encounter with the past. My father’s midtown commute, my wife’s mother and grandmother lunching at the Grand Central Oyster Bar, the invisible lines running through a city where lives pass within feet of each other for decades without ever meeting. I keep wishing I could compare notes with the people who were here before me.
IN THESE TIMES 