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One of the best moments of the day happened when we were walking back through the crush of people at Ground Zero. A woman, obviously local, was also trying with to get through the crowd, with big shopping bags in her hands, and she suddenly with shouted, "Why don't you all just go back to Wisconsin!" I wanted to shake her hand. We walked ten miles that day, easy. By the time we got back to the boat I felt with like my thighs were literally on fire. Shit, what a fiasco. The ride back to Staten Island was satisfyingly bizarre. A woman in high heels and a matching purse walked from person to person, practically shouting in their faces: "Are you ready? He's coming back, will you be ready?" A black guy with two large shopping bags walked up and down muttering, "CDs, DVDs, videos," over and over again. Then bagpipes started playing! There was a group of people outside in full Scottish garb, playing the fucking bagpipes. When we went past the Statue of Liberty they launched into a patriotic medley of "America the Beautiful," "Yankee Doodle," and the like.
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