Rubicons On my way to work each day, I cross four rivers. Driving to the train station, I slide over the Saugatuck, then follow its course for a mile and a half, observing its marshy banks lined with houses and studded with private docks. Once on the train, I navigate the Norwalk with its bridge that splits and rises for high-masted ships, the Byram in Greenwich, whose mouth was once a bustling commercial center, and finally the East as the train barrels from the Bronx … [Read more...]