damned effrontery
Wednesday

– photo by Mitch Waxman
My Tree of Paradise grows out from under a cosmetics factory found on a superfund site in Long Island City. It’s all I’ve got to cling to, really. It represents something to me. That’s why I left HQ at about 4:45 in the morning on a recent chilly morning, paid money for a cab to drop me here in Long Island City at Dutch Kills, and explains why I was standing there on the Hunters Point Avenue Bridge with a tripod setup just as the burning thermonuclear eye of god itself peeked up from behind Nassau County. I got what I wanted, which was the shadow of a factory roof pointing an arrow at my tree of paradise.
Why take a cab rather than walk or take the train? Have you read the headlines? Things have gotten a little weird out there these days and particularly nights, and it’s not worth taking the chance that you’re going to run into some malign actor in the dark while burdened down with bags of camera equipment.

– photo by Mitch Waxman
For those of you relatively new to New York City, which I’d describe as being any of you who moved here after “Giuliani Time,” there’s a series of sensible prophylactics you’ll want to acquaint yourself with.
First is that you keep your money and your wallet in separate pockets. This way, if you do get cornered by a mugger you can give them the cash, and avoid the pain in the ass of replacing all of the cards and documents in your wallet. Second is that even if you’re a millionaire, dress like you’re living rough on the street. Predators will not notice you that way, and they’ll instead stalk richer or fatter prey. Third is “keep moving.” Fourth is to carry a flashlight or some other piece of metal in your coat pocket to use as a bludgeon. Fifth is not to be embarrassed to yell for help at the top of your lungs. You’d be surprised at how well #2 and #5 work.

– photo by Mitch Waxman
One such as myself – a feckless quisling and vast physical coward – spends a lot of time alone on the deserted streets of NYC at night. I generally have a camera dangling off of me, which makes me “noticeable” and a bit of a target. Number six on my list of NYC survival tactics, which is built on the third motto of “keep moving,” is to not take unnecessary chances. Given that you know that the Subway system has been repurposed as a nocturnal shelter for people too high or crazy to be allowed into the homeless shelters during Covid, and that the cops aren’t going to do a single thing about anything until De Blasio is out of office, it’s best to just acknowledge that fact and take a cab.
Pictured above is a storm sewer found along Dutch Kills, underneath the Long Island Expressway. The water wasn’t actually glowing green, instead it was early morning light filtering through tree canopy that lent the hue to the water. Enjoy your giving of thanks.
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How about a cheapo wallet with maybe $67 (mugger money) and some out of date plastic?
georgetheatheist . . . don't move
November 24, 2021 at 12:28 pm
Wow. Inflation on the mugger bucks, huh? Used to be a $10 bill
Mitch Waxman
November 24, 2021 at 1:21 pm
I think public transportation everywhere is suffering. A relative in LA told me that it’s been usual for the streets to be used as a toilet but now the subway seats are toilets too.
Jaye Haviland
November 24, 2021 at 5:04 pm
I saw subway seat poop just last night on the m. One of our local drunks, Mario (who’s 28 but looks 50), was snoozing and convulsing at the Steinway Street station when I got off the train. He was in the process of pissing his pants, too. Mario is an especially tragic figure, however, and doesn’t prove a rule – rather he’s a cautionary tale of an addict joining other addicts in a mutual aid club. A local evangelical group based overseas bus him breakfast every day and takes pictures of him eating which they use to raise money from their congregation. “Feeding the hungry.”
Mitch Waxman
November 24, 2021 at 5:10 pm
Sounds like one I was told about. Except after the poop seat incident he went prone on the floor demanding money for new pants.
Ah me aching…
Jaye Haviland
November 25, 2021 at 12:35 pm