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February 25, 2007
In my hotel room high above the congested New York streets, I can hear the humming and hooting of the slow-moving traffic below. Itís always in the background, day or night, punctuated by car horn conversations and screaming sirens. New York isnít so much the city that never sleeps as the city that is never quiet. Ever. The sidewalks and roads are equally crowded; itís a wonder anyone can get anywhere, especially the emergency vehicles. Everyoneís going nowhere as fast as they can. Maybe Iím feeling hard hearted on this visit, but Iím finding it hard to heart New York.