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Roberto Duran (L) is hit with a left punch from Edwin Viruet Over lunch in the Bronx, “The Puerto Rican Ali” reflects on the life that slipped away with the scorecards ________________ Two red nose pitbulls, an open fire hydrant, and a dozen soaking-wet kids stood between us and the Bronx hole-in-the-wall diner. Edwin Viruet and I kept one eye [...]
As the 6 train chugged past grimy buildings in dicey neighborhoods, I felt I was being safely transited through vast danger zones. In those days before air conditioning, the train’s windows were kept open, so the amplified sound of screeching brakes and rumbling wheels was a constant assault. Mature ladies fanned their dripping faces with magazines; the raised arms of [...]
