Jennifer Prosec is cold. She stomps her feet and draws down into a Goretex-shrouded ball behind the captain's bridge. It's spare shelter from the unceasing, icy wind. The Mako—a 19-foot floating platform with low-set gunwales—is built for maximum exposure to the elements. Tonight the elements include a gale-force wind driving the temperature well below freezing, the abandoned docks lining t Brooklyn waterfront, and a restless, agitated East River. "It is unbelievably cold," Prosec says, again. The rest of us nod and mutter in commiseration . . . again—futile incantations against the cold. But being silly, heedless men with sticks, we remain in position around the boat, leaning out over the water... More >>>