Richmond Hill, Queens, N.Y.
A recent post on the essential Queens Crap linked my last update and essay on Mario’s sons’ willful ignorance on the glacial and nearly 2 year pace on providing a simple stairway and handicap and elderly accessible elevator. For which this digital publication is thankful.
So, it’s only fair to acknowledge that other stairway has been installed.
Although not the hope that it will be done on schedule, which, according to the worst fucking transit system in the universe, will be done in the first quarter of this very year, whenever the ambiguity of that prediction will manifest with completion. And finally end the bottle-necking inconvenience, leading to commuters missing trains and buses and the gross eyesore of exposed wiring and disease ridden exposed pigeon shit as one pays his or her overpriced daily fare.
As a service to the hundreds of thousands that have to use and see this daily, here’s the info of the contractor of this slow ass rebuild and the curator of the daily disease ridden pigeon mosaic.
Update: Exposed spikes…
…and a new gallery wing of artisanal pigeon shit. Move over Jackson Pollock. Vibrancy!