While Hurricane Sandy notoriously devastated much of coastal New York, the vast majority of the city escaped relatively unscathed. Sitting safely above the height of the floodwaters (check out this map to get a sense of things), most neighborhoods were subjected only to the storm's high winds, which — not to downplay things — did topple more than 10,000 trees in NYC alone. Two weeks later, all the fallen street trees seem to have been hauled away, but there are still plenty of arboreal casualties on display in parks across the city. Here in the Bronx's beautifully forested Seton Falls Park, a trail is rendered impassable by a tangle of downed branches.
This mighty thoroughfare is one of the oldest roads in the Bronx. From the inimitable John McNamara's History in Asphalt:
This lane dates back to the 1600s, when it led from Boston Road to a mill on the Hutchinson river. . . . The mill was operated in succession by Thomas Shute, Joseph Stanton, John Bartow and (in 1790) John Reid was the miller. His son, Robert, continued on until the 1850s. In the ensuing century, the name was rendered 'Reed.' After the Civil War, it was abandoned and stood forlornly on the salt meadows for decades, finally to be blown down in a storm in 1900. . . . later its site would be roughly the center of Co-Op City.
The line in the pavement denotes the boundary between New York City (on the left) and Westchester County (on the right), which runs, as it happens, right through the middle of the red and white house in the background. The house is a duplex, and, according to its mailboxes, its two apartments are located in different cities! (One is 4047 Dyre Avenue in the Bronx; the other is 788 South 5th Avenue in Mount Vernon.)
UPDATE: The city line actually passes just to the north (right) of this house, meaning the entire structure is located in New York City. A tiny corner of the lot that the house sits on (Lot 2) is in Mount Vernon, however, which may explain the Mount Vernon address (788 South 5th Avenue) on one of the mailboxes. Or perhaps that address comes from the adjacent lot to the north (Lot 1), which also belongs to the owner of the house and serves as the house's driveway. That lot is split almost evenly between NYC and Mount Vernon.
There are about two dozen streets that cross from the Bronx into Mount Vernon. You can always tell where the city line is by inspecting house addresses, but, if memory serves, this spot — where Dyre Avenue turns into South 5th Avenue — is the only place where the border is celebrated with official signage. And what glorious official signage it is!
Don't let her good looks fool you — this seductive beauty is a ruthless killer.
This waterway is named for Anne Hutchinson, a "courageous exponent of civil liberty and religious toleration" who moved to the area in 1642 after being banished a few years earlier from the Massachusetts Bay Colony, a patriarchal Puritan society whose leaders considered her a "hell-spawned agent of destructive anarchy".
Even after a few 50- and 60-degree days, there are still some remnants of the nor'easter that followed Hurricane Sandy.
In New York, it's not uncommon to see kung fu movies, along with other forms of non-erotic entertainment, advertised on the outside of a sex shop. This seemingly odd practice is rooted in Mayor Giuliani's crusade to shut down the bulk of the city's adult establishments by pushing through a zoning law in 1995 that prohibited them from operating within 500 feet of residences, schools, places of worship, and each other.
During litigation that followed the passage of this law, the city's attorneys declared in federal court that they considered a business to be an "adult establishment" if more than 40% of its space or inventory was devoted to sexual entertainment. Once this definition had been stated on the record, many of the city's purveyors of pornography, rather than closing up shop or relocating, simply started stocking up on the sorts of things you see advertised above, reducing their overall percentage of so-called "adult materials" below the legal threshold.
The city decried this circumvention as "sham compliance" and passed additional legislation in 2001 to broaden the definition of "adult establishment". This new law has never been enforced, however; it's been tied up in the courts ever since its inception. These legal battles have pitted the city's Law Department against an indefatigable, and seemingly unlikely, opponent: a genteel East Side lawyer with the hilariously blue-blooded name of Herald Price Fahringer. Mr. Fahringer, despite his proclaimed personal distaste for the sex-entertainment industry, has been a steadfast defender of its First Amendment rights, even representing Hustler's Larry Flynt in the famous 1978 obscenity case during which Mr. Flynt was shot and paralyzed.
The city has ballyhooed its legal victories over the years, but Mr. Fahringer and his army of topless bars and adult video stores have prevailed most recently, convincing a State Supreme Court justice in August that the 2001 law is unconstitutional. The Law Department plans to appeal the decision, but, in the meantime, it will be business as usual at the city's emporia of booby mags and kung fu DVDs.
About half a mile down the street, on the Mount Vernon side of the city line, stands Saint Paul's Church, an 18th-century structure that served as a Revolutionary War field hospital. Its bell, cast at the same London foundry as the Liberty Bell, was hidden during the war to keep it from being confiscated and melted down for military use — a story that calls to mind the World War II-era concealment of that statue of Columbus we saw back in Astoria.
In case you're wondering why someone would bother peeling off only the outer rind, here's an answer from Honduras:
Separating the rind from the pith allows you to suck the juice out of the orange without having to taste the rind.
These oranges are sold to "people on the go." Taxi drivers stick their arm out of their taxi and exchange money for an orange, people walking to and from work grab an orange for a quick refreshment. It's quick, easy, and delicious. After being peeled, they are split in half, and a bit of a salt and pepper mixture is added in between both halves. The orange is cut 95% through so both halves remain attached.
These are just a few of the dozens of buildings that constitute Co-op City, the massive agglomeration of high-rises and town houses in the northeast Bronx that's been looming on our horizon for many months now. Built in the late 1960s and early '70s on the former site of a US history-themed amusement park called Freedomland (billed as the "Disneyland of the East" until it folded a mere four years after its 1960 opening), it's the country's largest cooperative housing development, with about 55,000 residents!
It's been quite a while since we last crossed paths with him. Here's what he's protesting this time.
Looks like someone else is getting fed up with these ubiquitous tree-mounted you're-going-to-hell notes.
The plaque reads:
IN LOVING MEMORY
TO MY FATHER AND BEST FRIEND
JOSEPH RUSSO
OCTOBER 2004
that hand would be dressed up as a giant turkey for Thanksgiving.
I didn't know bread distribution companies existed, but several different ones were making their pickups today, including Bo Tav, Powerhouse, and Bullseye.
Taking advantage of the city's ban on personal electronic devices in public schools, these trucks set up shop outside high schools and, for a dollar apiece, store kids' phones while they're in class.
This school has its own planetarium!
While we're on the subject, sort of, here's an important Truman-related factoid: The US has had two presidents with the middle initial "S". Harry S. Truman's middle name was simply S (he generally signed his name with a period after the "S" even though it didn't stand for anything). Ulysses S. Grant was born Hiram Ulysses Grant. The congressman who nominated him to West Point mistakenly wrote his name as "Ulysses S. Grant", and Grant just continued using that appellation going forward.
When an apartment complex has 55,000 residents, I guess it makes sense for it to have its own power supply. After major renovations a few years ago, this facility became NYC's first trigeneration plant.
