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AUGUST 2020 INDEPENDENT JOURNALISM
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THE IMPENDING RED HOOK TRAFFIC DISASTER
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by Brian Abate
ed Hook is currently awash in the building of new warehouses. No doubt the biggest is the massive new UPS distribution facility that starts across Valentino Park, extending on the water all the way to the Cruise Terminal.
The package delivery company paid $303 million for the property, which most recently was to be the hub of a new tech center masterminded by the Italian company Estate 4. That project, which never really got started, went belly up a few years ago. The six large parcels were sold at a profit to a leasing company, who turned around and tripled their money with the UPS deal. UPS has been busily clearing the land through the pandemic in preparation to build, but how the company plans to getting their brown trucks in and out of Red Hook are as of today a mystery, which has made some residents anxious. The new facility is the lynchpin to UPS's growth in the Northeast. Once packages are labeled they are sent to a regional sorting facility, which is what the Red Hook facility will be. Usually, if the destination for the package is less than 200 miles away, it will be transported from the sorting facility via truck, and if the destination is further away, it will go by air. The Red Hook plant will be very similar to one recently built in Atlanta. It will use technology to do jobs that previously had to be done manually. That facility is 30-35% more efficient than older ones, which relied more heavily on manual sorting. Atlanta sorts more than 100,000 packages an hour, which is approximately 1,700 per minute. In total, UPS’ average package volume in the U.S. was 17,472 million in 2018. More and more packages are shipped every year, as shopping has been heading more and more online. Similar UPS sorting facilities are opening in the following locations: Dallas and Ft. Worth,
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old dog with a new trick
Dylan's new one is a winner by Kurt Gottschalk
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Today, tomorrow, and yesterday, too The flowers are dyin’ like all things do Follow me close, I’m going to Bally-Na-Lee I’ll lose my mind if you don’t come with me I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds I contain multitudes
o go the first lines of Bob Dylan’s first album of new songs in eight years. He carries on, in the opening track, to liken himself to Edgar Allen Poe, Ann Frank, Indiana Jones, the Rolling Stones and William Blake, not to mention copping the title from Walt Whitman. He sings—in a wizened rasp that surely by now has outlived the naysayers who say he can’t sing—that he’ll play Beethoven sonatas and Chopin preludes because, why? Because he contains multitudes. It’s a hilarious song, the kind of brash humor earned with age. Dylan here is like the old Commander McBragg cartoons: he’s seen it all, you don’t know enough to correct him, and if you do, how dare you! But it’s more than that. It’s a deep song, rich in subtext. He promises his love half his soul—not all of it, half—and says he’ll drink to the man who shares her bed. He issues a threat to someone else (the man in her bed?) to sell them down the river, put a price on their head, and show them his heart—“but not all of it, only the hateful part.” He
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