Like most people who have hear anything about the Gowanus Canal- of its murky sludge,oil slicks,raw sewage,carcinogens chemicals and dying dolphins-Christopher Swain strongly advises against in it.
"It tasted like mud,poop,ground-ups grass and gasoline,"he said, answering the question on the minds of everyone present.Its texture was gritty,he said,like drinking another famous Brooklyn specialty,any sort of healthful green juice.
"I'm not even warmed up. i have all this pent-up energy,"he said, addressing the crowd in the manner of a conquering hero.The future of the Gowanus,he said,was bright:"We put a man on the moon;we split the atom;we can do this."
Small rivulets of black-flecked water ran down his suit and pooled near his feet. It seemed prudent to step back. Far back.
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