Chapter 64East River, New YorkA crew member called out on the bull horn. “Slow as
she goes… We are your escort. Come around and head for the North
Garden.”
The taxi skipper shook his head in disbelief. “No one,
I mean no one, is going to believe this!”
We slowed, just making headway and swung towards the
river bank.
“Take a sighting on the sculpture, the guy beating the
ploughshare,” came the voice through the hailer.
As we edged towards the wall, a remarkable thing
happened. A wooden and metal structure appeared over the road tunnel and
down the side of the embankment wall. Two people unfastened a series of
struts which dropped to form a narrow platform, several flaps were unfolded
and gradually a small suspended jetty took shape.
The captain of the taxi was shaking his head
