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A sour smell like spoiled milk lingers in the air as trucks rattle past on the John Jay Byrne Bridge that connects Brooklyn to Queens. The culprit could be a three-story garbage pile half a mile away, the eight towering metallic silos from a kitty-corner wastewater treatment plant, or most likely, the gasoline- and […]
Global dreams in Corona, Queens
An old Argentinian man stands on a table banging a drum wrapped around his waist, a drum stick in each hand. The wrinkles that line his forehead push together as his eyes widen. his curly black mullet bobs back and forth to his own rhythm and reveals a large bald spot on the top and […]