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Yesterday afternoon I found myself driving a car and listening to Billy Joel on a classic rock station while pulling into a suburban Wal-Mart Supercenter to buy formula, and I thought: it’s been…a while since I walked thirty blocks home to Lower Manhattan semi-drunk at three in the morning (with my iPod earbuds in, like a fool) while carrying my shoes.
How the mighty have fallen.