"Well, thank you, George. Happy to be here. Gonna be a good year, I think."

"A good de cade," George said.

"You can say that twice."

A good decade. So it would be. Babe looked out the window, at New York in all its bustle and shine, all its lights and billboards and limestone towers. What a day. What a city. What a time to be alive.

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