The Last Dance at the Halo

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The music never stopped. That was the thing about New York in the summer of '25—the music never stopped. It came from the speakeasies and the rooftop bars and the apartments where the doors were locked but the windows were open and the jazz poured out like water from a broken pipe. I played piano at the Halo, a club on 133rd Street where the whiskey was good, the girls were beautiful, and...

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