The Nameless Doctor
I.The winter of 1954 was the coldest New York had seen in forty years. The Hudson froze solid—something my grandfather said he had never seen in his sixty years on the Lower East Side, and something my father said was impossible. But there it was: a sheet of grey ice from Manhattan to Staten Island, cracking and groaning in the wind like a living thing in pain.I was forty-two, Italian-American,...
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