“The Dirty Brown”
Hey everyone,
This is Wes. I intern with BRAC and spent the last two tuesdays on the Bronx River with the “Rocking the Boat” Program.
Frankie, CC, and I spent our day on “Range”– a noble vessel who makes up in speed for what it lacks in size.
Our trip was narrated by whatever songs we could come up with. We started with such hits as “Row, Row, Row your boat” and ended with the lesser known “They see me rowin’, they hatin’,” and “row it like its hot.”
When we were able to shut up for a few moments, Frankie and I recorded sounds of the river on our portable minidisc sound recorders. We’re spending today listening to, and editing the sounds we recorded.
On our way back from our cruise down the river toward the mighty bay, we rowed into a brackish cloud of unidentified reddish brown stuff I affectionately term “the dirty brown.”
Obviously troubled, CC and her fellow leaders began radio chatter, calling each others attention to the surreptitious cloud. They concluded that tests should be done on the unidentified lurking liquid.
And so the mystery remains, what is the dirty brown? From whence has it came?
…is some of that dirty brown mine?