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| © Eve Silberman |
posted 9/11/2011
My bar mitzvah present to my nephew Jake, born and raised in Minneapolis, was a trip to the city that never sleeps. When I was twenty-three, I'd lived in Manhattan for five months, sadly departing when my funds run low and hoped-for jobs remained elusive. I'd returned many times since, and each time I fell in love with the city all over again. When Jake and I
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