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Show 107 into the generic atmospheric sounds, sounding no more pointed than a train whistle or a dog barking two blocks away. Walking was my daytime routine throughout the duration of my stay. Over the course of the week I made it all over Manhattan and Brooklyn. I would wake up after Erin had already gone to work and walk around Brooklyn or take a subway into Manhattan. I rode the State Island Ferry and wandered around old industrial waterfronts in Brooklyn. I could walk the length and width of Manhattan in one day, smell the chemical river smell on both sides, see all of the beautiful and indifferent bridges. It was remarkable to me that the island hadn't somehow shaken itself free of all the weight, like a dog covered in water. That first day, I walked to Ground Zero, which was fenced off and concealed by a green canvas. There were some holes in the canvas where children could stick their eyes and see what was being built. Then to the Jewish history museum. Then to the cemetery outside St. Mark's, where I went to sit down for a while. Four hours and I needed a place to rest my feet. Apartment in Brooklyn By the time we got home that first day, Morgan was already asleep. I was surprised by how nice their apartment was. They had a backyard and a garden in the shadow of a Greek Orthodox church. I bought some whiskey at a store around the comer and shared it with Erin on their back table where we watched a black squirrel climb up the fence. The apartment had a secret underground entrance that you could access by lifting up a cellar-style door and climbing down a shifty ladder. Nothing was |