The Native Tourist
reformed/biblical observations on Christianity and culture

Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Poetry in the Ugly
A co-worker shared with me a recent issue of the New Yorker, in which I read:

Whatever our differences, we agreed that the Cross-Bronx Expressway, a deep, eternally sluggish river of brakelights and diesel exhaust coursing through a waste of twisted rebar and abandoned scrap, is as gruesome a stretch of highway as exists in these parts.