The Old Croton Aqueduct Trail cuts across many Westchester towns, including my own. I’ve taken visitors on my neighborhood’s section of it many times saying, “The aqueduct underneath us was the water source for Manhattan in the 1800s. The water from up north in the mountains was routed there.”
Recently, I was walking briskly to a restaurant on 120th Street in Manhattan, 15 miles south of my town. I caught sight of this sign and gasped. The aqueduct really did have an underground destination, and I found it. It was like finding the end of the rainbow!
When something shifts from an anecdote to a reality, my first reaction is often to laugh, like I’m a kid who is witnessing magic before my eyes.
When was the last time you saw something you couldn’t quite believe?
