Summer day, late afternoon, Crazy Suzanne appears at my door. “Are my tits getting bigger?” she wonders, raising her shirt up to her shoulders. Never having made their acquaintance before, I was at a loss but I looked anyway. Another time, another season, another person, I’d have invited her inside for further discussions, but this was Crazy Suzanne. and while her zipper might come down, her blue jeans never would. We had a name for that. I met Suzanne because, on a crowded sidewalk, she resembled my hippie wife, in a washed-out kind of way, reminding me of better times lost and fading into harsher truths. Up close, the resemblance lessened like a photo enlarged so much it flattened until no hippie remained. Crazy Suzanne was a nurse. She lived upstairs from the funeral home and sometimes helped out. Nurse by day, diener by night. I fell for her for around 15 minutes, then pretended, tried to believe. There were lessons. When the past calls you back, stay where you are. The past is past and you can never go there. Second, why lust for something so long after its sell-by date? But it might’ve been worse. She might’ve let her jeans slide down with her zipper and everything else trying not to drown in Nixon’s America. Then, where the fuck would we be?
The Budget Knew Before the “Emergency”
RIOC anticipated a $7 million Steam Plant demolition for 2015. Nine years later, New York City used emergency authority to carry it out.
The demolition began on paper long before the City invoked emergency authority to carry it out. In RIOC’s fiscal 2013-14 budget, the Corporation set aside $7 million for fiscal 2015 for the complete demolition and cleanup of the Roosevelt Island Steam Plant. RIOC called that figure its worst-case scenario, meaning the State corporation might be left responsible for the entire cost.
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