Conclusion
Bombings continued in New York. In the 1970s, as I walking back to my workplace in downtown Manhattan, I saw the unique NYPD bomb disposal truck parked in front of my building. I was told "There's another bomb threat at that Federal office on the 4th floor - they get them all the time, but there's never any bomb. It's somebody's idea of a game."
NYPD Bomb Disposal Carrier, 1965 version
http://www.policeny.com/bomb1.html
Months later, a bomb exploded only a few blocks away, at historic Fraunces Tavern. Later the same year, another bomb blew through a locker at La Guardia, making shrapnel that penetrated whatever was in its way. Between the two blasts - perpetrated by different political terrorist groups - fifteen people died, and more than one hundred were seriously injured. It is unlikely that any of the victims were enemies of those who planted the bombs.
Alas, there is more to life than dancing in the cold to mock a bomb that you know does not exist, and much of it is grim. Still, I sometimes look back at those eighteen bomb scares, shake my head at the troubled minds responsible for them, and - despite myself - I smile when I think of my first hora. Life goes on.
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