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The Thick of Life

T WAS A FRIDAY NIGHT IN air was heavy with an approaching rainstorm. We were inside the Dead Rabbit, an upscale Irish pub in lower Manhattan, next door to where General George Washington once toasted his troops. Two hundred and fifty years ago, they had a clear view of the harbor. Today, new construction blocks your view of the water.

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