Now a transient place full of hipsters, bond traders, and actors, as well as actors and hipsters who are the children of bond traders, all searching for an «authentic» place
to replace the Midwestern suburbs and rural towns they came
to Brooklyn
to escape, Brooklyn for me will
always be Flatbush Avenue and Rudy Giuliani, Bernie (Goetz, not Madoff), and Ed Koch, block parties, radios murmuring Yankees games on back porches (all of us too poor
to afford air conditioning, which kept us outside in that great urbanist semi-public
space), the blackout of 1977 and the blizzard of 1995, Mickey Rivers and Bucky Dent, not
to mention the wild cast of characters appearing in the Daily News, a paper that practically taught me
to read.
This does not sit well with Grayson, having
always considered his job a necessary evil, his whole world crumbles around him as he and his crew
escape to become
space pirates 10 years later.