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John and I shared the love of swimming and, long before Alan, he introduced me to the McBurney Y. Every evening I’d wait on the fire escape for John to return home from work so we could walk to 23rd Street together. Hell’s Kitchen was a scary place in the mid-80s. I loved our summers in New York, but I knew I would always return to California
...or so I thought.
1986
