Construction in New York, as anyone here knows, is a crazy business – especially building narrow apartment buildings in a gap no larger than the building will eventually occupy – “sliver construction,” as the foreman told me it was called the other day as we waited for his colleagues to swing another girder over our heads into the hole.
Well now they’ve gotten themselves a real crane, we have this thing towering over us, and from our roof, it looks like it has designs on a local landmark.
