My aunt lives on Staten Island. She’s lived there as long as I can remember. We used to visit her once in a while until she started coming out to New jersey to visit us. Last week, my family decided to visit her. We haven’t been there in like ten years.
The island has changed. For one thing, the Goethals Bridge is not the same. The old bridge looked like it was made with an erector set. The new one is kind of generic. The rest of the island has changed also. There are more cars. No more woods.
We went out to eat. My aunt was very nice to us, and took us to this place that is about the best pizzeria in the world. I just didn’t pay attention to the name and now I regret it. They served us pizza that was all white, and another pie that was more traditional. Pizza in New Jersey can’t compete.
The biggest change is my Aunt’s block. Her house, along with three others, were once in the middle of a forest. Now, there’s just blocks and blocks of grey townhouses. Don’t get me wrong. I know people have to have a place to live, but so do the birds and squirrels. Seriously. I’m not an animal rights but, but where will they go to live once the forests are all chopped down?
While we were there, we also went to the library and the Mall. My Aunt told me about a newspaper that is fairly new. It covers Staten Island News, but she said it was more geared toward young people and so she gave me the name, Staten Islander. I checked it out on my phone and sure enough, the articles are not at all boring. It doesn’t just cover Staten Island, either. If it did, I’d probably be bored as can be.
I am happy I don’t live on Staten Island. It’s just too strange a place for me. I mean, you can’t leave the island without paying a toll. What’s that all about? And, to get even a mile, you have to be OK with sitting in endless traffic. That’s just not my thing. We live only a half mile away in Central New Jersey, but getting from my Aunt’s house to the pizzeria took just as long. I think if you live here, you have to have a lot of patience.