Like a prehistoric, three-legged fish crawling out of some slurpy, subterranean swamp, here is Red Hook in its current state of evolution: two healthy-looking 30-somethings wearing drugstore sunglasses, using the backboards at the Harold Ickes playground to practice their tennis strokes. It's a real open court, this neighborhood, part-deserted, well located, and prepared to be made over in the image of its newest and... More >>>