For twenty six years I have watched the tugs and barges moving silently below my apartment overlooking the Hudson or North River. I don't know where they're going or what they are pushing - except for the football field size arrays of blue stone barges. Others are pretty obviously fuel carriers. They've got a red flag in front to show combustibles. One of these days I'll somehow get aboard one. Meanwhile I check out Tugster, who reports from his Kill van Kull perch on the Bayonne Bridge. And occasionally we get a piece like this Times article.
A Fourth Queen
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A decade and a half ago three Queens met in a wintry sixth boro. I
documented this convergence here and here. Last night I caught a new Queen
just before ...
3 hours ago
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