Archive for March, 2003

Ask a New York firefighter what this war is about: “I’m not willing to wait around for a mushroom c

Thursday, March 20th, 2003

It was Steve’s accent that gave him away–about as New York City as you can get, although I couldn’t tell you whether it was from the Bronx, Queens or Lower Manhattan. We were sitting on a chairlift on a cloudy, flat-light day at Fernie, B.C. Steve, on his second day of a week-long vacation, was [...]

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