North of Downtown Flushing then, isolated from civilized
society by a big motorway, an industrial estate and the sea is College Point.
College Point has the feel of a Northern Irish town, to me. I’m not sure any
more what I meant by that when I wrote it down. Maybe walking through the sad
industrial park in the rain was reminiscent of a time I walked through a similar
Northern Irish industrial park. Maybe because it is a busy and introspective little
residential town built around and divided by the only main road, in the rain.
Maybe it was the truck drivers cheerfully abusing other truck drivers’ double
parked trucks, in a fashion I did see in Northern Ireland, as they inched along
the narrow road. I don’t remember. It might have been the rain, which was an on
again off again moderate drizzle as I remember- very Northern Irish.
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| A Fancy House |
Before I went to visit College Point, I read in the
Wikipedia that it was a working class neighborhood. I disagree with this
assessment. While small areas of shabby housing suggested that some of it is working
class I encountered a good many more substantial and well kept houses
suggestive of the middle class. Also, it was here that I got my first taste of
the detached house sitting on a bit of a garden that would be the staple diet during
my journey through much of the rest of Queens. After months of treeless
tenements and brownstones or apartment buildings with a token piece of
shrubbery set off to the side, I was so taken with the novelty of such a thing as
a garden that I took a hundred pictures of them. The houses are not working
class, they are fancy class. The more north you go, the fancier it gets.
All the maps I found of College Point were all in a three
block stretch of College Point Boulevard which amounts as almost the same thing
as only finding one map. ‘Tis the way of all things- feast or famine. I want to
tell you about all the great times and all the interesting people I met along
the main road there but really only http://empire-market.com/ stands out because I bought some delicious
sausage there.
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| Flushing Bay |
There is some great waste ground in College Point. There’s a
great view of La Guardia Airport from a piece of waste ground at the end of 15th
Ave. There’s a massive piece of waste ground along 20th Ave which
used to be an airport. After all the day’s gallivanting I didn’t go in but
people do. There’s a nice set of photos here http://www.flickr.com/photos/vogelium/sets/72157594179892280/.
It’s a good place to go birding http://10000birds.com/birding-flushing-airport.htm
so I hear.
The only reason non locals would ever go to College Point is
for the mighty Spa Castle http://nyspacastle.com
, known far and wide for sublime
relaxations and restorative activities. They didn’t have a map but they did
have a plan which is quite the same thing sometimes.
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| Powell's Cove |
There’s a marina up there too and I walked past nice little
seasidey homes to get to it. At the marina they did not have a map of the
marina but pinned to the bar door they did have a nice map of the Bronx River
I’d been looking for. I took it and ran away imagining that I was about to be
chased and ran to ground by yacht owning gardeners, missing their map and
fearing for the rest of their property. I hid in a park until I imagined they
had gone away, ruining my nice umbrella on a branch in the process. In the
park, there’s a bit of a beach with a nice view of the Whitestone Bridge but a
lot of dead Horseshoe crabs. A good place to wee.
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| Malba |
On the way home I walked past a hideous place called Malba which
is distinctive only for the vulgar ostentation of the huge, glittering
McMansions that have been built there apparently by people lacking in taste or
discretion and completely untethered by any zoning laws or neighborhood
covenants.
On the bus back to the 7 train I took a picture of the back of this man's head.
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| The Back of a Man's Head |
