Passed Execution Rocks which marks the end of L I Sound and the beginning of the East River. Cocktails in the shadow of Manhattan just east of the Throgs Neck Bridge. Officially in the Bronx. Enjoying a glass of white wine of the boxed variety. Some thing son, Will, called a GOON Sack from his semester Down Under. Were ready for Hells Gate tomorrow.
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