It is a near-perfect spring day. The sky is a bright blue, no clouds. The air is crisp but the sun is warm. The streets are busy with people who have come to stroll around my neighborhood. This is a problem on nice days here in Brooklyn Heights. We get crowds of tourists, of people from all over the city who drive here, making parking for us residents impossible. They all go to the promenade for the view of Manhattan. So why am I sitting here, inside? Because all my life I have had a kind of spring-based agoraphobia. I don't want to walk around among the crowds.
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