PLAYING WITH FIRE
Playing With Fire
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After my grandfather retired he would always point to two things he was proud of; The Verrazano Narrows Bridge and the Twin Towers. He was a shop steward in the electrical union and his guys had done the work on both. He could quite literally point to them because on a clear day you could…