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It does the heart good to return to well acquainted streets. The sidewalks resonate with memories. Faces are strange but familiar. I’m talking, of course, of New York. Tourists come to take in the sights. Former residents come to walk and remember. It’s especially poignant when the girl on your arm is your 23 year old daughter. You brag. You babble. Even though you sidestep the raucous nights and old girl friends, you get the sense she knows. She is, after all, an artist in her own right. She hails a cab, tips a waiter and immediately fits right in.

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