I have a thing for train tracks. A freight corridor bisected the center of my tiny upstate hometown, two gleaming lines with laddered wood horizontals between, conducting endless boxcar caravans over a rickety trestle and preceding them out of town between two tall walls of field grass. The tracks… Read the rest

Google Maps insists that I can pass through the Brooklyn Navy Yards on my way from Williamsburg to Dumbo.
Google Maps is a liar.
The thoroughfares of the yards are hidden behind chain-link fencing, guarded by drive-by sentry booths, walled off with steel gate covered in weathered plank wood and… Read the rest

One of my friends once referred to me as “cold fragile”, which is a nicer way of saying, “pathetic pansy who can’t handle winter”. So while most of my fellow Wend bloggers are probably out cycling, hiking, and skin diving in frozen lakes through a hole that they cut in… Read the rest

All cities have their reputations, and in New York, the hardness of living is legend. When it comes to relocating, this is one of a few places that people move to with a caveat for failure already in hand – arriving on spec, ready to leave after three months or… Read the rest