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I was sitting in the sun on a lime green Adirondack chair on the terrace behind New York City’s spectacular new Whitney Museum of American Art.

Cars whizzed by on the West Side Highway in front of me. Beyond was the Hudson River, where, at the docks along this stretch of shore, titan ocean liners had disgorged disparate waves of tourists and immigrants from the Earth’s four corners through much of the late 19th Century and two-thirds of the 20th.

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