A top attraction for the kids in my old neighborhood was a storm sewer that ran one block down 42nd Street and emptied into a woodsy swamp.Guarding the end of the pipe was a set of vertical metal bars. In their wisdom the city fathers spaced them widely enough that we could easily slip through and walk the pipe all the way to the concrete terminal bulkhead under Tannery Road. My friends and I made that subterranean trip quite often.Times Have Changed
Of course those were the days when managing stormwater meant, simply, “Get it out of here.” So storm sewers
