Two were less than five miles apart, one on Verdi Street and the other in a new upscale development in Melville.
On Riverside Drive in Morningside Heights, two women sat on benches a block apart, one reading on her 20th birthday, the other in retirement.
Five days ago they blew apart one of the Taliban's tanks, nested on a facing mountaintop across the broad valley.
I'm going to put on some gloves, stick a clothes peg on my nose, and see if I can tease apart one corner of this filthy interconnected mass.
On Wednesday, a burst of high wind, perhaps a tornado, ripped apart one of Mr. Timmerman's storage sheds, depositing splintery wooden debris over some of his puny soybeans.
"Hey, now we're too far apart," one says.
It's certainly blown apart one of my own long-held cultural assumptions.
"Japan wasn't about to fall apart," one senior State Department official said today.
My twin and I are 28 and have only been apart one week.
(Thankfully, the Justice Department's case fell apart one day before it was to begin).
