Trevor Dye, a recent NYU graduate, waits for a wave off Rockaway Beach
in Queens. PHOTO: Carl Critz.
By Carl Critz
THE ROCKAWAYS — Tucked in the residential sprawl of the no-man’s land between the predominantly Irish community of Rockaway Park and Far Rockaway to the east, a shop called Boarders is the epicenter of a new wave of city surfers, commuters who ride the A Train to catch waves.
By Beina Xu
STUYVESANT SQUARE — In a chapel room beneath St. George’s Episcopal Church, God’s word isn’t meant to be spoken. A hand-painted sign by the door indicates the word “church” in American Sign Language, and an arrow points inside to the world’s oldest church for the deaf.
By Brian Dwyer
UPPER WEST SIDE — He wrote “Time Is On My Side,” smoked weed with Jimi Hendrix the night before he left for London, and taught an unknown Rastafarian named Bob Marley about American R&B. Now Jimmy Norman, like other aging musicians, depends on the Jazz Foundation of America for his survival.
By Ben Jackson
UNION CITY — The tag is a beauty: Letters at least three feet high on a prominent wall that drivers can’t miss. On the way back to the car, he pulls out a fat permanent marker and tags the side of a utility box at a major intersection. The graffiti artist who calls himself TORGO is high on bliss and paint fumes.
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