The other day an appointment brought me over to Waterside Plaza. I’d been looking for an excuse to go there since reading Philip Lopate’s Waterfront. It was every bit as fascinating as I thought it would be. But impossible to get to. One footbridge on 25th over the FDR (or you can take your life in your hand and cross the FDR at 23rd.) Anyway, it strongly resembled the early films of David Cronenberg and for that I give it strong salute!
This past winter I was riding my bike past there and mistook a frozen ridge of ice for a nice soft pile of snow and went head over handlebars, much to the amusement of the security guard.