The view down south on Jackson.
Although this intersection doesn't seem to have qualified for
the Pedestrian Killed warnings, traffic agents were nonetheless
out in force, and this one in the orange and yellow vest also
served as a crossing guard for pedestrians. Other than some rare
county border occurances, like along Jericho Tpke in Floral Park,
the underside of some taller elevateds are the only spots within
NYC where traffic lights are suspended from wires spanning the
void. The beige building on the right houses a discount furniture
showroom below a parking garage. Maybe it's just not my tastes,
but some of the furniture displayed in front of their entrance
were among the most ghastly, hideous things I'd never want to
see in anyone's home. Even the orange safety cone by the guard
would look nicer in the living room.
If Jackson never qualified
as a Tier 1 or 2 killer, the city would like to keep it that
way, and as they've been everywhere else on Death Boulevard,
traffic agents rule the day here too. A mob of eastbounders wait
impatiently for the light to change as the agents turn ahead
of them from 31st Street.
Now, it's off to the races.
The Green Line bus is the Q60, headed all the way to Jamaica
from 59th Street. Duane Reade has been one of the stars of my
Death Boulevard section and here comes one of their delivery
trucks. There are people still alive that might remember when
Duane Reade was still just a single store in Manhattan, between...you
guesed it...Duane and Reade Streets. Did you think it was named
for somebody named Duane Reade?
Westbounders have to choose
here whether they're staying in Queens (to the right) or getting
on the bridge. Less daring perhaps than the nuts that climbed
the three story high structure a block to the right, some graffiti
vandals still risked serious injury or death to get up on this
girder. The elevated Queensboro station is two short blocks ahead.
Shot March 2001.