The Wrong Side of the Tracks
It is an experiment. Where to sit on the train. The canal and river side? Or the un-canal and un-river side? It’s an obvious choice, so I chose the un-river side: the prison side. The salt marshes side where we whizzed past herons ruminating in the rain. The side where one could see the rocks that support Manhattan, and the ponds of Montezuma Wildlife Refuge between Syracuse and Rochester. And watch a Red-tailed Hawk take flight. And…
