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The resulting student projects were excellent and more creative than I ever imagined.
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I’ve been in love with the place ever since I first went there on a family trip way back in the dim, distant Eighties, to support my Dad who was a regular runner in the NYC marathon. “Because this will clearly identify you as a tourist and to a thief, you might as well have a neon sign over your head saying ‘mug me! Failure to do this,’ we were warned, meant they’d just chop off your finger to get the ring off you quicker. Anyway, the whole trip passed off without any of us being hospitalised, mugged or ending up on NBC news in a body bag.
Manhattan then, though, was a very different place to the sparkling metropolis it is today; back then it was pre-Giuliani and the whole city was scary, seemingly overrun with gun crime and where apparently a mugging happened every two seconds. I’ve a distinct memory of a tour guide warning us at all costs not to stand still on the streets to look up and admire the vast skyscrapers like the Chrysler or the Empire State. Like the Paddies that we are, we stayed in Fitzpatrick’s, because God forbid my mother would have to go a day without her Lyons tea, Kerrygold butter or The Irish Times.