April 15, 2001 |
This must be hell. That's what it looks like in Red Hook, amid the abandoned industrial buildings and brick warehouses: the dumping ground for old mattresses, rusted oil drums, a stripped and burned Mercedes-Benz and whatever useless trash that's been tossed vicariously out a car window. It's Brooklyn's junkyard district, a place God has forsaken, where the Manhattan chic wouldn't be caught dead. Nothing grows here, especially not in the winter, except maybe a few weeds.