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“The thing is, the air bags went off,” Daniel Goswick, Sr., a chief with the Piermont Fire Department, said recently, explaining the peculiar buoyancy. “I think it was, like, a knot-and-a-half current. We basically figured out the trajectory of which way it was going and where it would sink.” That was the easy part. After three hours of conducting a grid search on a fire-department boat, using side-scan sonar, they located the vehicle several football fields northeast of the pier and thirty feet…
almost 2 years ago
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Paul, who gained renown as a YouTube celebrity and has only ten fights to his professional credit, was born in 1997, the same year that an over-the-hill-seeming Tyson was disqualified from a title bout for chomping on Evander Holyfield’s ears. Who, aghast at that spectacle, could have imagined the bizarro world that would follow? Not long ago, Tyson dined at Mar-a-Lago with his old friend Donald, a ringside fixture turned President and potential felon. “Beautiful,” Tyson recalled, of the experie…
over 1 year ago
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He was still debating it, amid braking on the helix and a barrage of texts from his wife, Carissa, about their elderly mini Yorkie, who had just begun wearing a diaper. (“It’s kind of sad,” Katsov said.) Google Maps showed a solid red bar across the bridge and onto the F.D.R. Drive. The female voice in his phone piped up to reassure him that, in spite of the “eleven-minute slowdown,” he was still on the best route. The West Side Highway would offer no relief. “But, then again, I have to figure o…
over 1 year ago
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Jocks from the majors to the beer-league circuit are raising a fist, cupping an ear, and yelling “Fight!” in homage to Donald Trump’s reaction to his near-assassination.
over 1 year ago
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New York City teens, trapped in the concrete jungle, head out on the Housatonic with two pros, Jessie Stone and Eric Jackson, for some of their first river rides.
over 1 year ago
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In “The Wind and the Rain,” which is staged in the harbor and begins during Hurricane Sandy, Sunny’s Bar, in Red Hook, Brooklyn, is the subject of and the actual location for the final act.
about 1 year ago
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Since the Civil War, the Erben organ has imbued St. Patrick’s Basilica with “a tinge of sadness.”
about 1 year ago
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After eighty thousand miles, John Lipscomb takes his final patrol as a Riverkeeper boat captain who stumped for the fish and fought the “shit sprinklers.”
12 months ago
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Dan and Becky Okrent spent seven years on the Met Project, a labor of love that took them from ancient Sumer to Synchronism.
11 months ago
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A subway-platform poster for the School of Visual Arts was trying to stimulate discussion about A.I. One commuter engaged, and got locked up.
7 months ago
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A group of students collected all the leather jackets, rice cookers, microwaves, and disco balls abandoned in last semester’s dorms to create the free Swap Shop.
4 months ago