Illustration by Doug Davis
Editor: This is the sixth in an eight-part series of “My Town” personal essays by NEW MOBILITY readers and freelancers.
Most afternoons you can find my girlfriend, Karen Brown, and me taking Lulu, our 4-year-old standard poodle, for a walk on our village’s pier. It is a glorious place with eye-filling views in every direction. Because of that pier, they named our hometown Piermont.
The pier is more a peninsula than a wharf, part man-made and part natural, jutting out almost a mile into the Hudson River, which is three miles across here. The Erie Railroad lengthened and widen