Bwog decided to forgo packing up a messy dorm room for a cloudy voyage to City Island. Floating in the foggy Long Island Sound but technically a part of the Bronx, it’s the closest thing New York City has to a fishing village; complete with yacht clubs, fried fish stands, and nautically-themed lawn ornaments. […]
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