We were living in New York City in the West Village, on Jane Street. Actually in the top floor of an historic brownstone where Alexander Hamilton died after his fatal duel with Aaron Burr. There was a plaque to this effect on the outside of the building until “Hamilton” became the Broadway rage and the owners took it down. But we lived there many years before that time, when our rent for a 4th floor, 2-bedroom Greenwich Village walkup was $700 a month, not $10,000 as that particular apartment rents for now.
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