Although high, puffy clouds floated across the sunny sky and breezes lightened the early summer warmth in the air, surprisingly turbulent waves chopped against the Jersey City shoreline:
The water is actually closer than it appears: It lapped up against my tires. If the Hudson River--really an estuary of the Atlantic at that point--could be so roiled on such a serene day, you can only imagine the storm surge that Sandy brought.
On the ferry from Staten Island, I got to talking with a young woman and a friend of hers who'd just arrived in New York from California. So, of course, he wanted to get a look at the Statue of Liberty. We exchanged e-mail addresses before embarking. As I crossed Battery Park from the ferry terminal, I chanced upon this:
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| "My Girl Is Hotter Than The Statue of Liberty" |
