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August 14, 2003
Late in the evening as I sat amid my pile of newspaper on the cement platform, watching the almost full amber moon rise in the east over the Woodside LIRR station structures I thought not for the first time that we were all very lucky with the weather. In a summer full of rain, it had been a dry day, and the nighttime temperature was reasonable for August. With absolutely nothing else to do, the city in darkness I decided to metaphorically gaze into my navel and scrutinize my life - isn't that what events like this are really for?