The Waterman's Eye
Frank O'Sullivan was not a hero. He was a dockworker who had spent thirty-three years hauling cargo on the piers of Brooklyn, and now he was sixty-two, living in a government-subsidized one-bedroom near DUMBO, and trying to figure out how to be old in a city that had forgotten how to be kind. The river was where he went to think. It was a Tuesday in March, 2021, and the East River was brown and...
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