We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Well, almost. But this is one block south of Five Points, one of the stops along the way. The 'Collect Pond', which was filled in to create Five Points, wasn't too far from the site depicted here. It's hard to think of Manhattan as rural or bucolic. It was quite so, long before the paved roads, subways, playgrounds, skyscrapers, and parks.
And not all that long ago, in the grand scheme of things.
I volunteered at the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow House in Portland, Maine. During his childhood 200 years ago, life was so charming and rural with pigs were running around the neighborhood, and yet ships were docking two blocks away from all over the world.
On my first visit to NYC, I was staying in the Y and walking up to Times Square to the hotels holding the conference I was attending.
On the third or 4th day I had a little epiphany when I walked around a corner to find that utility workers had torn up the sidewalk and there was actual dirt underneath.
I have no idea why that surprised me so much, but I guess for days the only "nature" I had seen was either weeds or dirt and plantings that had been brought into the city and placed quite intentionally by the hand of man.