He can write the script in two days: call it "Seneca Village", and have it be about how Central Park is haunted because of the old Irish/Black neighborhood that got buried to make room for Central Park. Just find a bunch of freekydeeky "hidden" symbols within the statues around the park (look where that one is looking/pointing!), and have Craig T. Nelson run through Tavern On The Green booming "They only moved the headstones!" Box office platinum.
Being a hack blogger, I will instead spend two minutes pointing out how the dead village of Seneca Falls is just further example that everything nice in New York exists atop the decaying corpse of the nice thing it killed.
A vibrant neighborhood full of music stores got wiped out to make room for the WTC. They destroyed Manhattan's only sanitarium to make Columbia. Washington Square Park was orginally a potter's field.
If we'd gotten the Olympics, we'd probably have put the Olympic Village atop what was once CBGB's. Heck of a town, but no respect for the timeless.
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In nicer news, I went out on my first date with my wife-to-be five years ago today. It has been a weird and winding path toward complete happiness, and none of it would have been possible if he we hadn't both decided, against our better instincts, to ignore the utter debacle that was that first date. Thank you, BoogieTrain, for giving me a second chance, and for all the chances thereafter. Love you.
