Photo Credit — Remington Write / View from the Highline 2011 before nearly all the views had been blocked by new construction

Sixteen April, Twenty Twenty-One

Nothing good ever lasts

It was dusk and one by one the boys arrived. Each one looked around before clambering up the old iron column to their private garden. Izzy had been the first one to climb up here onto the old high-line railbed. For three precious weeks, it had been all his. Here he was above the madness and the noise and the filth.