I was recently walking around Williamsburg, when I discovered to my surprise that the quondam slipshod waterfront had been converted into a Yuppies paradise – high rise condos, expensive lofts, green bike lanes, and parks, namely, the East River State Park.

I remember climbing over the fence to sneak into this developing park, to sit riverside and meditate on the complexities of life, and the impossibility of permanence. Now, I can do that on the comfortable sanded down driftwood benches while watching the dudes with their fishing lines try to catch dinner.

Struck by the mild irony that for Brooklynites, the East River is really the West River, and that all of the city’s geography relates to Manhattan, I felt better knowing that we’re really getting the better end of the bargain.

Apparently they have concerts in this  park, along with really sick views of the city. And did I mention that it’s a great place to view the city, especially when you want to see some fireworks without the crowds, this weekend being the 4th and all.

And while you’re there, check out the scene. With Bedford looking increasingly like 2nd avenue, you’ll be surprised at all of the new spots that have opened up.