The beauty of living in the tri-state region is also its curse. Ask the lifers, or the middle management warriors shaken violently by a grating alarm who commute bleary eyed by rail or auto into a Midtown Manhattan office building every morning. Caffeine and cholesterol, acetaminophen and stress, we kill ourselves by degrees for access to the greatest city on the planet. No one’s impervious to the feeling. Even city dwellers can speak to the pain, packing the family into a car to escape dripping New York City summers for East Hampton or a bustling beach along the Jersey Shore. …
