Sounds nice doesn’t it. I’ll be leaving here tomorrow after 5 days. Let me try to paint a picture of this town.
Castleton is on the east side of the Hudson river about 15 miles south of
OK so nobody lives here, right. Wrong. They come out at night. In the evening the local youths hang out and compare tattoos and nose rings and skate boards. Not real threatening but just depressing. You see people living in second floor apartments and the occasional kid being hollered at. It is so stinking hot here and there is no wind and you can see that many of the apartment windows don’t even have screens let alone air conditioners. You have to wonder about the lives that are populating these few dingy apartments. It would be easy to throw them into the mix in a big city but in a town of maybe 500 people you just wonder when the sun comes up and it’s a new day in Castleton…then what?
I went to the one café in town looking for dinner knowing that they also had advertised live music. The café is actually interesting and most tables were filled. The menu consisted of clams or shrimp. I had a diet Pepsi. The music consisted of a guitar player and a rhythm guy. I won’t call him a drummer since he had no drums. He had what looked to be a practice pad that was miked and played with thick brushes. Not a bad sound actually. The guitar player did a mix of blues, Dylan, and some old standards. Not being fond of shell fish I opted for dessert.
As I was listening to the music I could watch the decrepit apartment building across the street. On the second floor there were about 3 windows and a porch probably leading off of the kitchen. Some guys in giant pants and diego T’s were on the porch trying to not be hot. The screen in the first window was torn and out of the corner of the tear came a half grown black cat. She seemed to be aware that she was on the second floor and probably wasn’t going anywhere. Then, dimly through the screen I could make out a huge arm. The head that went with this arm was above the shaded part of the window so just the arm. The giant arm came closer to the window and then more quickly than you would expect, the giant hand at its nether end swallowed the cat. A little disconcerting but better safe than sorry I guess. Then the arm delivered the punishment.
On my walk back to the boat I realized that the entire town is separated from the river by the railroad tracks and the only way across the tracks is the little road to the boat club where the sign says, “Private Club No Trespassing”. If you entered this town from the east you’d never know the