Marin Boulevard Overpass

I live in Jersey City. For most people, it is a place synonymous with urban blight. Once a bustling hub of ships and trains — think Elia Kazan’s masterpiece On The Waterfront — Jersey City rapidly declined from a gritty maze of factories and warehouses and cobbled streets and railroad tracks to a tired and foreboding accumulation of detritus lurking in the shadow of the majestic skyscrapers of Manhattan. But in the last quarter-century, all that has changed.