It is from this pier that, in recent summers, I’d board the ferry some afternoons, and ride it to a point farther south in Brooklyn, where, about a mile from the slip in which that ferry docks, there’s a bar I would sit in, and have a couple beers, before wandering back through the neighborhoods to my apartment, where sometimes I’d have a couple more beers while sitting on the floor and thinking, or while fixing something to eat, and where other times I’d try to let the night come on, without drinking anything more, until it was late enough and dark enough that I’d tire, and could fall asleep.