The Manhattan Staten Island Ferry terminal is a lot easier to identify than it used to be.
And here is a photo taken from a few hundred yards outside of my geographic comfort zone, well outside of the Staten Island Terminal.
Just about the first thing we see: This building. Which turns out to be their Borough Hall.
Next to it? A netted courthouse.
In Staten Island they spell Monica funny.
This is the back of the borough hall.
Usually I agree with statues. This time, no.
The local music scene seems lively.
Many years before I had heard that Staten Island had a lot of thrift stores. I can now attest that there is at least one thrift store on the island.
Big issue in Staten Island child raising: Monsters.
Checked out their minor league park.
Examined their 9/11 monument. I'll spare you the tasteless graffiti.
The question posed reverently: do these carved profiles match those SI residents lost in the disaster?
Headed back for the terminal
Hello island that I am used to.
In conclusion: I'm glad we visited Staten Island and had a little look around. I didn't know what I was doing or if I was looking at the right stuff, but I got a little feel for the place. I'm going to stop worrying about them now. Staten Island and its people seem to be doing fine.
And sorry I haven't been blogging much. I've been flying to California and back, getting stuck in Atlanta and stuff.