Chapter Twenty-Four
Arthur Kill Road isn’t a street name or road quickly forgotten. It’s the kind of route, you never quite get used to, no matter how many times you drive down it.
Stretching from the southern tip of Staten Island near Tottenville Station, it snakes through suburban sprawls, wooded parks and under expressways, emptying into the heart of the forgotten borough. But it’s the three-mile stretch of black-top curving around the western edge of Rossville that truly imprints itself on the memory.
For one, it offers a view straight across the still waters of the Staten Island Sound. A view that, on a good day, stretches all the way to New Jersey and the blocky white buildings of the tech and pharmaceutical companies taking up residence in Manhattan’s cheaper neighboring district
