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And so, early one chilly spring morning, the sky still purple, I drove out through the Holland Tunnel.  Slowly, then vividly, the images of an old journey began to emerge, like a photograph in a developing tray.  I began to hear voices and music and the sounds of travel.  And then I was on a Greyhound bus.  It was New Year's Eve, 1952, the bus was heading South.  I was desperate for the love of a woman.
-Pete Hamill, Loving Women: A Novel of the Fifties