So, over the years, I kept getting less and less involved with NYC. It was like living in a glass house. There were good parts of the city, but they all seemed small, mysterious and huge compared to the rest of the city. The street patterns of New York City were strange and I didn’t like the following scene at the top of City Hall, which might be my favorite part of New York City.

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