It was one of those dog days of August that the weathermen talk about. The thermometer registered in the mid 90’s and it was terribly humid when I was a kid growing up.
Near to Jersey City piers, my friends and I went to Palisades Park to “the world’s largest salt water pool” to cool off. Palisades Park, sadly, was torn down years ago.
The children in my photo had, in my opinion, the most romantic ‘swimming hole’ in all of New Jersey. No place on the Hudson compares with Jersey City’s Hudson River. Edgewater, North Bergen, West New York, Weehawken and Hoboken’s piers don’t compare. It is easier to fish and crab off Jersey City as well as swim. The view is better than any place on the Hudson. And what a backdrop, highrise towers as far as the eye can see, especially the twin towers before 9/11. Then there’s the light. In August the sun sets over New Jersey and the skyline is transformed into neatly arranged gold bricks. If you add the sailboats that travel up and down the river—the tugs and most noteworthy the giant, muscular cruise ships—this is a scene only Martin Scorsese could direct.