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At last…
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As described in prior posts, a humble narrator was back in NYC for a few days attending to some personal business, and a point was made to get in a visit with my beloved Newtown Creek. All the familiar places…
Also as described, I had driven back out here from Pittsburgh and since a car in NYC creates more problems that it solves, I left it in my buddy’s driveway in Middle Village. A rideshare cab was summoned and I headed over to the Kosciuszcko Bridge, which became a starting point for a short photowalk.
Paraphrasing Duane the Rock Johnson here – At last, the Waxman had returned to DUKBO.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I didn’t enter the grounds of First Calvary Cemetery in Blissville, a place which I’ve spent a lot of time studying and exploring. I’ve often described the place as a history book whose pages are carved into granite monuments. If you are interested in the story of 19th century NYC, Calvary is where you can find the text. I had to cut off that particular set of posts for unexpected reasons.
A few years ago, I received a cease and desist order from the Catholic Church’s lawyers proscribing me from leading a walking tour, writing about, or photographing the place. The order was unenforceable garbage, but it’s also a point of pride for me that the watery eyed prelates of the Brooklyn Archidiocese didn’t want me to poke around their nest. I really didn’t want to get into it with their lawyers, so…
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I know a whole lot of things about Calvary which I’ve never publicly stated, but suffice to say that there’s a lot of fishy business which goes on at this polyandrion. When you don’t have to pay taxes, and the subject is one that most people wouldn’t want to talk about or delve too deeply into… Suffice to say that after the State of New York itself, the largest land owner in New York State is the Catholic Church. God’s ambassadors have quite a real estate portfolio, and many buried secrets.
At any rate, my goal for this part of my visit wasn’t to visit with the tomb legions, instead it was to walk over the Kosciuszcko Bridge.
More tomorrow.
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Aces
Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One found himself within the confines of the City of Greater New York a couple of weeks ago, tending to some personal business.
A point was made of visiting some of the old familiar places, which obviously included the fabulous Newtown Creek, and Astoria. I had the car with me, which ended up being a bit of a curse, but I don’t like to fly and there was a not inconsiderable amount of cargo which I’d need to transport back to Pittsburgh, at the end of the trip.
Seven dozen bagels. Some of them were for my personal cache, and immediately bagged up and frozen for later deployment upon my return to Pittsburgh. Others were requested, from friends in Pittsburgh. Two weeks later, the Mobile Oppression Platform still smells of ‘everything bagel.’
Check me out, I’m an interstate bagel trafficker now.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A friend put me up at his crib in Middle Village, so that was my home base for the interval. Beer was quaffed at my old ‘local’ in Astoria in the evening, and I ran into a bunch of the old neighborhood types and got caught up. I kept it a bit quiet that I’d be back, but saw a few of the people whom I’ve made it a point of staying in touch with.
Nothing but trouble greeted me when trying to use the car to get around, and at one point I just drove back to Middle Village and parked the thing. I called a ride share taxi to get me out of that transportation desert and took a walk around my beloved creek.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I stopped off at Newtown Creek Alliance HQ in Greenpoint and caught up with my old crew. NCA HQ is across the street from the sewer plant in Greenpoint, and one couldn’t resist cracking out a shot or two for old times sake. I felt disconnected from it all, which was an extremely odd sensation for one such as myself.
It’s a 7 hour drive, back to Pittsburgh. One had lots of time to ruminate about the experience of returning to NYC for a few days, something I couldn’t help but do, since I was awash in bagel aroma for some 400 miles.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Everything back home seemed to have been magnified a bit, and definitely it’s gotten a lot more intense. This is the third version of this post you’re reading, with the other two having been essentially rants about how horrible everything there seemed to me, compared with what’s become ‘normal’ to me after a year.
I’ll happily fill your ear with invective about this subject during a conversation, but the text version of it was just boring. Everybody knows what’s wrong back in NYC, but ultimately it’s not my problem anymore. I’m rooting for y’all from afar, but NYC is a city of the young and wealthy and I’m neither. Armchair Quarterbacking really isn’t my style.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I got lucky, weather wise, on this trip. Bright skies and a lack of precipitants. Despite being fully ‘kitted out,’ I ended up only using one lens the whole time I was there. As mentioned yesterday, there’s very little on Newtown Creek in particular that I haven’t fully explored and photographed at every time of day and in all seasons.
Also, to be honest, I was more interested in human interaction with the people I left behind than I was in expanding my catalog of creek shots.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’m digging the anonymity I experience in Pittsburgh, I should mention. It became pretty common for me to be standing on the Kosciuszcko Bridge, behind the tripod, and hear ‘get that shot, Mitch’ from a passing vehicle, or to have a business owner walk up to me on Review or Kingsland Avenue and ask ‘are you Mitch Waxman.’ This happened a surprising number of times, believe it or not.
Back tomorrow with more from a visit to the greatest City in the history of mankind, a hive of villainy and perdition called New York.
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Fourteen Months later…
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A humble narrator stumbled out of HQ in Pittsburgh’s Borough of Dormont at about five in the morning, fired up the Mobile Oppression Platform, and then drove through the entire state of Pennsylvania into New Jersey, and then across the George Washington and Triborough Bridges into NYC. I timed it right, and was traveling at 50 mph on the Harlem River Drive by mid afternoon.
All told, the drive is about 400 miles – and with bathroom and lunch breaks, costs about 7 hours of my life and a full tank of gasoline to execute. One wasn’t planning on returning to the corruption of the nest until the end of this year, but exigency is what it is.
Pictured above is the Maspeth Avenue Plank Road site, along the fabulous Newtown Creek. In my absence, decking and seating has been installed.
I had some family business to attend to, back in the old neighborhood, if you’re wondering.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I was staying at a friend’s place in Middle Village, but he wasn’t going to get home from work until well after 5 p.m., so I had a bit of time to kill.
The Maspeth Avenue Plank Road site has been discussed endlessly here at Newtown Pentacle.
When I first started offering walking tours of Newtown Creek’s uplands, this often flooded spot was hidden by invasive weeds and thorny brush. A buddy of mine, who works nearby, had a stack of wooden palettes he couldn’t get rid of, so we loaded them into the bed of his pickup and set them into the soil here to create a pathway. Literally recreating a plank road at Plank Road.
My pals at Newtown Creek Alliance have been working here since, executing no small amount of time and treasure to ensure that an intentional point of public access to Newtown Creek exists in Queens. In the intervening years, the place has become quite well used by workers and Maspeth residents for a variety of purposes. If you build it, they will come.
As you’d imagine, returning here was a bit of a ‘head trip’ for me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
“Why bother, it’s a dump,” “they should just fill it in and pave it over”… I’ve heard it all from the people of Maspeth. The only way I ever found to motivate that part of the Newtown Creek world was to intone that Superfund money was going to go to the Hipsters in Brooklyn and Ridgewood (whom they generally hate), and Queens would get left out of the equation unless they got involved with the process. That side of the community, however, never really bothered to get involved with things here so my colleagues and I ‘took the bull by the horns’ for them instead.
Contemplative after my long drive, I took just a few photos. There’s very little on Newtown Creek which I haven’t exhaustively photographed – and especially so the Plank Road – which I’ve shot at every interval of the day, including the dead of night. This is where I photographed the implosion of the old Kosciuszcko Bridge from, as an example, and I’ve brought hundreds of curious lookie loos here on tours over the years.
It was weird, being here again. It almost felt like I was visiting my own grave. I always referred to this area as ‘the happy place,’ but instead I was filled with a deep melancholy, and possessed by reminisces of times past and absent friends.
Back tomorrow.
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Coke, coal, & Clairton
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A rare sunny/warm January day found a humble narrator behind the steering wheel of his Mobile Oppression Platform, heading eastwards along the Monongahela River. My destination was the community of Clairton, where U.S. Steel maintains and operates the Clairton Works. The manufacturing mission here involves the refinement of Coke from Coal, for usage at other company facilities dedicated to the production of steel. This process, coincidentally, produces a tremendous amount of ‘coal gas’ along with several other undesirable compounds.
If Pittsburgh happens to smell like rotten eggs on any given day, odds are that the wind is blowing past the Clairton plant with its voluminous exhaust of sulfur compound waste products.
There’s a great site called ‘Plume Pittsburgh’ which offers a live ‘weather’ report on the local triad of point sources (of which Clairton is the primary offender), and it basically lets you know which way the wind is blowing here, or at the two other U.S. Steel facilities in the ‘Mon Valley.’ PlumePGH can be accessed here.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I haven’t spent much time around these parts, yet. Partially, it’s the fact that other places closer to home have drawn my interest. Another factor is that the town itself seems pretty stressed – with shuttered store fronts, abandoned homes, and other ‘rust belt’ indicators which indicate an insalubrious state of affairs, and suggests that the local gentry wouldn’t necessarily be welcoming to a curious stranger wandering around with a camera. Got to acknowledge ‘vibe.’
The locals seem to park on sidewalks and in private lots, which indicates to me that the streets are fairly ‘verboten’ for strangers parking on them. This is a place which you have to get to by automotive means, although I’m told there used to be street car service from Pittsburgh proper ‘back in the day.’
Luckily, there’s a branch of the Montour Trail which overlaps with the still unexplored ‘Steel Valley trail,’ and the Montour outfit offers a free parking lot for its visitors. After securing the MOP into said lot, a humble narrator set out on foot. I was seemingly the singular pedestrian in this section of the town. Definitely was the only one wearing a filthy black raincoat and carrying a camera.
There’s near constant rail traffic here, and there’s a lot of maritime activity on the nearby river, as well. CSX runs a frequent freight service whose coal carrying cars bear the logo of ‘Coke Express.’ Pictured above is a Norfolk Southern Train which is also no stranger to these parts, and observed but not photographed was U.S. Steel’s ‘House Brand’ Union Railroad.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
It’s about a 3 or 4 block walk from the trail’s parking lot to a fairly large vehicular 1987 vintage bridge spanning the Monongahela River, one whose anterior side provides for a point of view of the Clairton Plant, and the thing offers a pedestrian/bike lane. Thereby, away I scuttled,
Unfortunate circumstance on the bridge itself involves the State authorities’ usage of the sort of chain link fencing pictured above. Little 1 inch diamond shape holes… this is always a difficult circumstance for the wandering photographer to shoot through, and similar fencing used to annoy me back at Sunnyside Yards in Queens. There’s rail tracks all over the place, but the main tracks are found just below the bridge. This sort of fencing is commonly encountered at locations overlooking rail lines, so it’s likely some sort of Homeland Security regulation.
Tomorrow, I’ll show you what I saw on the other side, and make an attempt at a semi informed description of the milieu.
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Station Identification
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Why? Who am I, how did I get where, and ultimately – what the hell?
A humble narrator has been working on a portfolio site, and combing through the tens of thousands of photos in my archives, which has caused these sorts of questions to come up a lot in my own mind. It occurred to me that I might want to say it here, to y’all. As a note, the photos in today’s post were gathered during a short walk in Pittsburgh.
Allow me to introduce, or reintroduce, myself –
Hi, I’m Mitch Waxman.
Constitutional walks occur every other day, but weather and worldly obligation often get in the way. These mostly urban peregrinations of mine have been underway since a health crisis arrived back in 2006, which surprised the hell out of me and ultimately changed the way I live my life.
The curative I’ve obliged, over these six thousand two hundred twenty nine days in the interval, has been governed by this day on/day off walking schedule. Three days a week a humble narrator takes a ‘short walk’ of under five miles (about two hours), and once a week there’s a ‘long walk’ which burns out about ten miles worth of shoe leather. This ain’t the incidental walking one does as part of the daily round, I’m talking about dedicated time instead. I see a lot of things on these walks.
I bring the camera along to keep things interesting, and am almost always alone while I’m scuttling about. I lived in New York City for the entirety of my life – grew up in Brooklyn, and then lived in Manhattan and Astoria, Queens as an adult.
Three hundred and ninety five days ago, I escaped the confines of the City of New York or ‘Home Sweet Hell’ as I’ve always called it, and now dwell in a suburb of the ‘Paris of the Midwest’ – Pittsburgh.
Back in NYC, I was fairly well known for an encyclopedic knowledge of the City’s history, and its dark underbelly. Newtown Creek, Western Queens, North Brooklyn, intra city transit, and New York Harbor’s maritime world were my main points of focus and interest there.
Things progressed to a point where I was regularly offering narrations for – and leading – walking and boat tours of NYC’s less commented upon areas for several ‘non profit’ and ‘for profit’ entities. My activities drew the attention of several journalists and film makers over the years, notably including a NY Times profile of me published in 2012.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Personally speaking, I’ve enjoyed many long term and life long friendships, and have been married to Our Lady of the Pentacle for several decades.
Professional life has seen me write and draw comic books, while simultaneously working on Madison Avenue (in the Advertising Salt Mines) first as a print production artist, then as a photo retoucher. The latter role led me to pick up photography, as I needed to learn how to ‘Sprechen Sie Deutsch’ with the photographers I was working with and for. Facility with the camera led to another job description for me, and since picking up the thing I’ve sold a fair number of photos to national publications, governmental agencies, and corporate websites over the years.
Notoriety led to new opportunities for me to annoy powerful and overly serious people and thwart the evil plans of the avaricious, so I began working with several organizations accordingly to expand the pool of people whom I might anger or distract.
I was the Transportation Chair for Queens Community Board 2 back home in Astoria, Queens. Historian and a Board member at Newtown Creek Alliance, and a Board member of the Working Harbor Committee. I was also a steering committee member, and Strategist, for the transit advocacy group Access Queens.
Most recently – and to be clear this was an invitation, and they asked me – I’ve also recently been added to the list of ‘Who’s Who in America.’
No, really.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This Newtown Pentacle blog of mine began publishing back in May of 2009, when I found myself serving as a Parade Marshall for the Centennial of the Queensboro Bridge. I will always describe myself as a wandering mendicant, clothed in wind blown black sackcloth, carrying a camera. Thing is, I’ve done a lot of cool things over the years which this blog was instrumental in achieving.
When I first started this blog – FIFTEEN YEARS AGO THIS JUNE! – I’d write in a manner and prose style reminiscent of an HP Lovecraft story. Over the years I’ve dropped the HP Lovecraft shtick here at Newtown Pentacle, and sought to let my actual voice come to the fore and attempt to become more conversational in tone.
The best compliment I’ve ever received about Pentacle was that ‘it’s just like hanging out with you, and listening to all your crazy stories, but unfortunately you’re still kind of an asshole.’
Many have asked what prompted the move to Pittsburgh at the end of 2022, intoning that I had some sort of hidden agenda or motivation, and saying ‘you’ll be back.’ I will be back, but not until next year and it’ll just be a visit. Home will always be NYC, but I’m ‘all in’ on Pittsburgh. In the meantime, I’m loving living in Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood.
Back next week, with less self aggrandizement or biography. It’s so much easier to write about anything other than one’s self.
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