• Goodbye Green Street Pier


    The Green Street pier was my favorite, and secret, fishing spot on the East River. A dinosaur in the age of intense waterfront development in this part of Brooklyn, the pier was a deathtrap and a wretched sight, continually disintegrating into the ceaseless tide. But it was beautiful in its own way, the last of its sort, and it basked in the glow of Manhattan, a view one couldn't get anywhere else. This is a eulogy that's equal parts nostalgic and relief-filled, but it's also a chance to critique the incessant march of progress, this time in the neighborhood of Greenpoint, that's taking over the waterfront areas here. Change is inevitable, but does it always have to come at the price of community?