
Back to Manhattan, kind of. Roosevelt Island is a wee island in the East River with the feel of a curious village populated by cripples and health freaks both. It has one bar and a diner. I had fish in chips at both places, an endeavor filled with doom. I went everywhere there was to go and all there is is Soviet style architecture and strips of jaunty parkland and of course, fish and chips.
Hey, Kelly! I found your blog through my mom's, hope you don't mind that I'm "following" you now. Roosevelt Island is bizarre. Hope you're doing well.
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