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As I was watching my son's Change of Command ceremony from a bluff overlooking the Narrows and the gray sea beyond, I caught a glimpse of the cliffs I used to climb when I was a child, when Staten Island was as rural as my home in Pennsylvania is now. The great behemoth of a bridge, partially ob...
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