From the flats of New Jersey you can see Manhattan for a hundred miles. The buildings float above the horizon like an island in the sky.
New York: I don't love the place. I could never live like that. It's too crowded, too fast-paced, too intense.
But it will always be a landmark of my childhood. The George Washington Bridge was like a godparent to me.
And now the city's fighting for its life.
Help is on the way. USNS Comfort came in today, past the Statue of Liberty. A lady in green salutes a lady in white.
Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside
Monday, March 30, 2020
Comfort and Freedom
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