Buried in the bottom of my jewelry box, the one that holds my microscopic collection of treasures, is an Empire State Building lapel pin, circa 1964.
Made of tin, I think.
I’ve saved it for years so I’ll always remember the day my father bought it for me in the skyscraper’s gift shop.
“We’re standing on top of the tallest building in the world,” he shouted, as we stepped into a gale-force wind on the observation deck. “Did you hear me? The tallest
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