This is The Dog Ate My Homework edition of Forgotten New York. I had a page about 80% written about my adventures in Highland Park and Ridgewood Reservoir, but inexplicably,…
Flushing
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I hadn’t noticed this faux arrowhead Triborough Bridge and Tunnel Authority sign at Sanford Avenue and 162nd Street in Flushing, pointing the way to Throgs Neck. Traffic headed there would…
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March 2019 marks Forgotten New York’s 20th anniversary. To mark the occasion, I’ve re-scanned about 150 key images from the early days of FNY from 35MM prints. In the early…
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Flushing’s boom began in the 1980s, when the relatively sleepy intersection, Roosevelt Avenue and Main Street and the surrounding streets were revitalized with an influx of immigrants from East Asia.…
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Today I’m going to expand on a recent piece I did in SpliceToday, as I am able to get a lot more expansive here with a lot more photos, and…
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I was rambling around recently in Mount St. Mary Cemetery, the largest Catholic cemetery in Queens other than Holy Calvary in the western end of the borough. I had never…
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Flushing’s architecture becomes rather drab once you depart from the historic areas along Northern Boulevard or just south of it. Most of the idiosyncrasies and varied elements have been stamped…
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Parsons Boulevard is one of Queens’ lengthier roads, although NYC’s various traffic agencies and city planners haven’t shown it a great amount of respect. It begins way up north in…
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When I first moved to Flushing in 1993 I marveled at a pair of very high towers visible looking toward the southern horizon from 43rd Avenue and 162nd Street. They…
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162nd Street in Flushing, my home base between 1993 and 2007, was bookended by two ancient and hoary taverns, the Velvet Cup near Northern and Paddy Quinn’s, near Sanford. Quinn’s…
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From the NYC Municipal Archives (which has helpfully watermarked the photo by way of encouragement for you to buy the photo at their website without such obstruction) is this look…
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The following first appeared in Huffington Post on 11/21/2009. The “Huff Post” does not pay contributors, so I didn’t stick around very long. I lived on the outskirts of the…