Five years ago, as I began writing an environmental history of Staten Island, one of my advisors who grew up in New York during the 1980s paused at the end of our hour-long conversation. “But Pat,” he said, considering his words carefully, “what does all this history tell us about the Wu?”
By Aiala Levy
This summer, I opted to swap Chicago’s mild heat for the scorching Bermudan sun. The 18th-century Bermudan sun, to be more precise.
I recently described a few wealthy enclaves adjacent to the Staten Island Greenbelt, subsidized by the city’s Special Natural Area District zoning codes. Last week, while looking through the Staten Island Museum archives, I stumbled across a telling counter-example
Last week, I stepped away from my computer and into the Staten Island Greenbelt, wondering what it means to bicycle one’s way through the writing process.