Twenty Third Avenue in front of the keeper's office is being torn up.
It is a sea of orange and yellow fluorescent vests and hard hats, every kind of truck, earth mover, jackhammer and lots of supervisors standing around with papers in their hands.
It's a barrage of roaring diesel, hammering, dragging, grinding, and chaos. Dirt, Dust. Diesel. Sixth months, we are told. We all know that means 12!
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