Reader imagines the future
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July 20, 2012 6:00 AM
The year is 2052, the date, July 4. I'm sitting, leaning against a permanently padlocked middle-school watching a parade pick its way through the rubble of a torn-up street that goes beneath a bridge that's been closed for some time, too dangerous, I'm told, to move any type of commerce over.
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