In the new terminal, which is new because it's younger than fifteen years, the fresh-faced and very patient kid at the Staten Island Information Booth answered the same questions over and over again. No, you go out there and the boat to the Statue of Liberty is to your left... yes, here's where you get the Staten Island Ferry... yes, it's free... no, you go out there and the boat to the Statue of....
I asked him if he got bored. Nah, he shrugged. Today was slow and the liberty boat stopped at 3. He tried to be helpful. Then he grinned and said, "When they ask me what they should do to get on the ferry, I tell them, walk and then sit."
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.
In Memoriam: Lloyd M. Rucker, 1957-2013
The Chelsea community is united this week in mourning the passing of one of its own, artist Lloyd M. Rucker. Although the exact circumstances of Lloyd’s deat...