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Nation
One man’s lonely war on Central Park pickleball
It was a beautiful summer Saturday in Central Park, and by late morning, the pickleballers had filled the handball courts in the North Meadow. There were six games going on simultaneously, with players laughing and fist-bumping between every point. On the sidelines were dozens more waiting their turn to play. Continue reading →
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Nation
The Gilgo Beach victims were always more than escorts
Twelve years ago, on the Monday after Easter in 2011, on a gray afternoon in New London, Connecticut, Melissa Cann sat at a picnic table on a pier, talking about her big sister, Maureen Brainard-Barnes, who disappeared on a trip to Manhattan four years earlier. While Cann described herself as a homebody, she said her older sister was a free spirit, artistic, daring and often clashed with their mother. Brainard-Barnes had worked as a blackjack dealer, as a clerk at a ShopRite and, in the six months or so before she vanished, as an escort.
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