Cheesy Plastic Letters
I love Rockaway. I’ve lived here only 30 years, and it took a little getting used to (the people), but I still love it. However: Our Main Street!
They take a wonderful diner on the Bay and turn it into a bank; then they take a bank and turned it into a 99- cent store. It’s really selling Rockaway down the river. If it weren’t so sad, it would be funny: it’s comical to see the big red cheesy plastic letters, stuck on what’s obviously a cement and granite office edifice. And this is not just a ‘sign’ of the times: it’s always about greed. Ought to take the greedy entrepreneurs, put ‘em on a ferry boat and sink it.
Oh, wait: the ferry boat is practically nonexistent: they take away a perfectly fine boat ramp and dock on Beach 116 Street, and give it up to Duane Reade, for another pretty penny, over and under that table, I bet. So what if it cheats the taxpayer of a view, a splendid boat ride to Manhattan or an easy commute? We’ve been cheated before and will be again. All the double-dealing and outright political lies are tolerated, so it is an ongoing process, and business as usual.
Yes, I am going to try to vote as opposite as I can, in September and in November. Not that I think it will help; it is the last right I have, and the last thing we all have in common, that little bit of legislative power.