The Man Who Pushed the World
The tunnel smelled like wet concrete and diesel fumes and the particular kind of exhaustion that comes from spending twelve hours a day underground where there is no window and no sky and no reason to look at your watch. I was standing on Platform 4 at World Trade Center station, waiting for the A train, and thinking about rebar. Not in a poetic way. In a practical way. The rebar in Section 7B...
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