Ship Sails on Solstice...

and with several blasts of the horn and a round of applause from the crowd, it was gone. tonight we finally said farewell to "that fucking ferry". and i regret never making those t-shirts. or getting a picture of that road sign for the ferry that was graffitied with the quote "enough, already". or something like that. a 30 million dollar ship. another 10 to 15 million dollars spent to operate it, not to mention the money spent rebuilding the lakefront. if you've never lived here you'd never understand. a poor, violent city. a broke city gambling it's cash on rather large ships. a broken city always hoping it can be the year 1908 again. a city with this strange self- esteem issue. jealous of never being as good as Buffalo? inadequate. limp. and now ship less...


it is my brother's bowling night so i couldn't get him to take me to the beach. instead i turned the t.v. so i could see it from the back patio, and i listened. it's funny how sound travels around here. the lakefront is a healthy half a mile from here, but i could here the horn and here the applause. it was like having a funeral in times square at midnight new year's eve. strange. strange. that's all i can say. this place has my temperament to a T. big dreams that are always bad ideas. bon voyage, and like every Rochesterian, we never bothered to ride you but we are sad to see you go. you big fucking ferry...