I moved into Castle Hill when it first opened, I was 7. I watched them build the Throggs Neck Bridge from my bedroom window, which was looking South. I could see most of the NYC skyline.
I also observed the construction of Shea Stadium and the World’s Fair in ‘65, just across the East River.
We stayed there for 10 years, then I enlisted in the USN.
The projects were going downhill fast, by the ‘80s it was a no-go zone.
We moved to CA in ‘77. It was everything they said it was. Now nearly half a decade later, I’m stuck here. We are lucky to be in a very rural unincorporated part of a Red county; a community of about 200 with all the same views about the state of the country.