A small, lit tug pulls a square black barge up the river. On the back of the barge, a large white pallet, the size of a house. They slide across oil dark water. By the time they go from the left window to the far right window, the sky has lightened into a pearly grey and the far shore becomes visible.
They slide out of sight, up towards Yonkers and Tarrytown and under the Tappenzee Bridge, to Sleepy Hollow and Croton-on-Hudson, to Peekskill and Spackenkill,
Saugerties and Coxsackie. Up past places I only read about as a child in books about long-ago wars and faraway places, my own country a foreign land meant to visit someday on a trip to see the Capitol and the Smithsonian, never realizing that Castleton-on-Hudson was a real place settled by my own countrymen where I could probably order lunch.
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