The cat ran from window to window wild after birds all peppy in the warm grey of the day. And I remembered how much Spring always heralded the possibility of brief and sweet hope.
Mass Transit and Manure: New York’s Lost Era of Horse-Drawn Streetcars
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New York City summers are not easy. The heat, the humidity, and, of course,
the smells. Put this together with street traffic and delayed subways, and
it...
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