This is Jacks Reef. I almost grew up right here (just outside the frame) – on the banks of the Erie Canal.
During this time of turmoil, let’s close our eyes and imagine New York as it once was, and could someday be again… a murky, stagnant breeding ground for mosquitoes, that no longer leads anywhere in particular.
I’m on vacation for a week. Don’t start the sacking of Albany without me!