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The other day in Chinatown, at the corner of Bowery and Grand, David Chen, the seventy-year-old, five-foot-three Cantonese-born owner and proprietor of a small food cart, was going about his business. There was no hint of any anxiety about sars, nuclear weaponry, or banking flimflam--just the usual focus on coming and going, especially of honking cars and trucks and of backpack wearers shuffling on foot. There was not a face mask in sight.
Chen stood inside his gleaming stainless-steel roofed cart, which was stocked with his single ware--"all natural hot mini cakes--20 pieces for $1.00."This label, in English and Chinese, appears on three sides of the cart. He seemed to be spotting every likely customer from half a block away, and they came...
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