Floaters

Here’s something I no longer see since living in NH — floaters. One morning I was standing on the Jersey-side outer-deck of the ferry, coffee in hand, still half-asleep, and as we docked into Whitehall I watched a police boat pull a body out of the water and onto the pier just below. It was a fascinating way to start the day, though nauseating, since the body was severely bloated. It was male, shirtless, and face-down.

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