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July 18, 2007


I was staying with my cousin at the edge of Gramercy Park in the 1980s (though I think it was earlier in the decade than 1989) and the same thing happened. My cousin's husband said, "That's the great thing about living in New York--there's always some calamity to keep everyone entertained."

Peter - I think that was the very event. Your cousin lived right near it. And I was visiting friends there that very moment (rarely if ever did I go to that neighborhood). So we were a couple of blocks apart. And you and I were to meet 6 or 7 years later in California and within 9 years you were best man to my husband at our wedding in Berkeley. And we were both on Third Avenue when that steam pipe blew.

Some coincidences are just too weird to be believed.

Did you see that New York magazine linked to this post?

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