I’m Going Back to New York City, the Only Place I Can Get Enough
No sooner than five minutes after walking in the door to my apartment, home from my week-long European vacation (Paris, then London), I had the TV on in search of baseball. A week of reading about the nationalistic soccer miseries of two countries and searching for day-old line scores beneath 900 stories about the ouster …
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