During the dim dark days of WW2 cement rationing, Mr. Glenn Rockman, the owner of the cement works at which you stand, was known to be generous to war widows hoarding their cement rationing stamps. Acres of crab pots, stacked miles high. During the height of the crab season, men work in shifts all night and all day to bring you the freshest crabs from the bounty of the oceans. It was a nuclear bomb shelter park, designed as a prototype to show that even parks could be built underground. The World's Fair's least popular exhibit, it was closed in 1964.
Rumors say it still contains stale crackers and leaky water jugs.
We'll stop and listen for a minute. Now that our thirsts are parched and our throats are dry from the sun and the exertion-it's time for a break. Refresh yourselves with some sparkling, stimulating chilled fruit juices. Across 6th Ave. is a bit of Industrial Found Beat Poetry. NW and NW 42nd St. to Fern Pl.