"The world begins and ends here", said my father as we drove over the Brooklyn Bridge and peered into the heart of the city.
For him, New York was everything.
It was America.
He believed one fell off the edge of the earth once they left the city.
There was no place like New York.
It was the American Dream.
Anything was possible in New York City.
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