My Place

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As we rode down the ramp leading to the Lincoln Tunnel, I looked across the Hudson River and saw…home. My place.

After thirty-five years, I still breathe a sigh of relief and contentment every time I return to New York City.  I came for a while and stayed for a lifetime.

No regrets.

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