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My NYC apartment is stuck in construction hell — not that I’m complaining

The high cost of overhead

A New York story: My apartment. I have lived in it since before Washington wet his drawers splashing into the Delaware.

My place is now under construction. Not my doing. Major buildings need to be re-roofed every 20 years or so. So rain doesn’t fall in. So loose bricks don’t drop and harm people. So creatures don’t gnaw away its foundation. And so that its residents can meanwhile bang their financially unstable heads on the concrete sidewalk below.

I am not complaining. Merely reporting. I am my usual charming complacent self, while my floor, windows, entrances, doors, glass partitions, silk walls, woodwork, handwork, sidings, collected antiques, lifetime memorabilia, photos, newspaper headlines and art are experiencing what one not as nice as myself might say: “Go and do something unmentionable to yourselves.”

An army of helmet-headed two-legged creatures are outside — on my floor — peering inside. Scaffolding enfolds what once were my windows. For reasons........

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