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Is This Miami? No It’s Manhattan

 It’s late afternoon on Friday.  I’m here in tights and a T-shirt with all the windows open, a warm breeze blowing through the apartment as though I were on a cabin cruiser. Rocky, the ancient brown lab, is visiting, sacked … Continue reading

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