
Since he needed constant care, I was very tied down. I couldn't take trips, I couldn't just go off. I had the afternoon when his aide came to do whatever I needed to do. So I started to take some pictures near the river (I live in Peter Cooper--oh, yes!). I would see Queens not too far away, and one day hired a car to go over and explore a bit. I soon realized it wasn't the Wild West, and that the 7 Train was a good deal cheaper. So I came to love the waterfront and areas where the industrial past pokes through.
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