Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Navigating the Bronx

It’s nine on a sunny morning, I’m sitting down to breakfast, and the whole room starts to tilt. The sound of automatic weapons fire cracks nearby, and I instinctively reach for my coffee cup, my bowl of cereal, and do a quick scan of the room to make sure nothing is about to topple over. I’m not experiencing Armageddon, a major earthquake, or a terrorist attack, just the start of an average morning at home.

Let me explain.

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