Best View of Manhattan - 2000
Driving north on Victory Boulevard (nobody walks on Staten Island) past Silver Lake Park, you could be anywhere in the Northeasthills, trees, nondescript brick buildings. Then, just as you crest the brow of Grymes Hill and start down the long slope that ends in the island's north shore, the trees part and your gaze suddenly shoots over a mile or so of semi-urban smutch, across another five miles of Upper New York Bay, and there it is: Manhattan. All shining towers, ranked together like crystals of quartz. It scarcely looks real, or even possible.