The End of the Line

Early morning at 179th & Hillside, the last stop on the Queens-bound F line.   When I was here on Thursday, the streets were still heavy with mist.  Hillside feels down on its luck, with more than its fair share of hard-times gold buyers, and shuttered stores you wished you'd seen in better days.  It's a scrappy scene of smoke-shops, liquor stores & bars.  The stores for the most part are low-lying, and many have vertical signs that rise above the roof-line.  This gives them a fly-by-night flimsiness. A new Dunkin rubs shoulders with a pizza shop where only pigeons visit.  The avenue seems to stretch forever.
Of course I only found myself here because of the Mannish Water escapade (see yesterday).  This meant I stayed for about five minutes, before heading back on the F in the opposite direction.  So this visit means almost nothing & I'll have to come back for a longer walk around.