Author: Paul Wirth

We Will All One Day Return to Our True Home

For 26 years, I’d been soothed at bedtime by a New York lullaby of wailing sirens, al fresco revelry, screeching elevated trains and an occasional beer bottle hitting the pavement. I didn’t want to hear cricket song; I wanted to hear illegal fireworks blasting lids off metal trash cans.

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