The West Side Freight Elevated, colloquially known as the High Line (shouldn’t all elevated trains be High Lines?) has seen its share of coverage in Forgotten New York, from 1999, when the…

While skulking through Pelham Bay in the Bronx in July 2010, I once again pondered the origin of the heretofore mysterious B Street, which runs south to a dead end…

In the summer of 2009 I was on Metropolitan Avenue in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, having just completed another 40 or 50 blocks in my drawn-out survey of Bedford Avenue in Brooklyn (two segments of…

BY CHRISTINA WILKINSON Forgotten NY correspondent Today we visit Staten Island to take a tour of the Fresh Kills Landfill.  Well, that’s what many of us knew it as growing up. …

Many years ago, when Queens was a collection of small towns divided by acres of farms and fields, every town and city had its own street naming and numbering system. This…

I was foraging on Metropolitan Avenue recently, a couple of hours before a meeting at Dave Herman’s City Reliquary, when I found myself teetering tenuously up Havemeyer Street, which extends for a…

Forgotten NY eyes and ears are everywhere. Joe DeMarco: I walked up the Henry Hudson Parkway to Fort Tryon/Dyckman Street and walked up Broadway and across the George Washington Bridge.…

On a way more brutally hot Saturday than my post-operational stamina had any right to be enduring, I weaved my way pitifully through Pelham Bay in the Bronx, a mendicant seeking…

Saturday, June 26, 2010 marks the end of service of Little Neck’s sole north-south bus route, the Q79, which covered almost the entire length of Little Neck Parkway, northeast Queens’ easternmost…

BY SERGEY KADINSKY Forgotten New York contributor Hunters Point has been visited before quite a few times by Forgotten-NY, but like a good book, every time you read it, you always…

I have often marvelled at Hunter’s Point’s 45th Avenue, which is lined on both sides with fine Italianate brownstone row houses constructed from 1871-1890. 45th Avenue deserves a much more detailed treatment…

After recently stumbling (or was I pushed?) off the J train at Marcy Avenue, the first stop in Brooklyn, I walked up and down the platform, snapping away at what met my…