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Growing up deeply ensconced in suburban Long Island like I did, I never really experienced any feeling of permanence or age. Sure, there are lots of colonial settlements on the island - and plenty of buildings that survive from that era - but those are almost exclusively coastal towns on the Long Island Sound. The rest of the island is either so built up - or so meticulously landscaped - that you only have a small inland sliver of the island - usually far eastern Suffolk County, before you get too close to the Hamptons - that's even remotely "natural."
That's why I've always liked the Northern State Parkway. It's one of the oldest highways on Long Island, and while it can be a traffic nightmare during rush hour, it's a far cry from what you would expect from a major freeway. It was built largely in the middle of the last century, with construction ranging from the 1930s through into the 1960s, interrupted only due to the Second World War. It's a car-only highway, as all of the bridges that span the Northern State are too low to accommodate box trucks and tractor trailers, and when you're as anxious a driver as I am it's a relief not having to deal with those monstrous asshole trucks for a few miles.
A postcard of the Northern State from the 1930s. Image Source
However, it was also designed for cars that were much slower than they are today; the entrance and exit ramps are incredibly short, making it a nightmare to merge when traffic is heavy. There have been some recent efforts to widen and lengthen some of these, but for the most part the Northern State looks much as it did back when it first opened: a tree-lined ribbon of highway, punctuated by scenic stone-faced bridges.
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I grew up close to the eastern terminus of the Northern State, where it feeds into Route 454 just east of the town of Commack. Close to this east end there's a bizarre anomaly that sits in the median - a boarded-up stone cottage, covered with ivy and graffiti in equal measure, accessible from both the eastbound and westbound lanes through a paved turnoff.
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As a child, whenever we drove east on the Northern State I would look for it, transfixed by what looked like the ruins of an ancient castle in the middle of suburbia, slowly being swallowed by the wild overgrowth. I itched to tell my parents to pull over so we could take a look, but I never did; even as the years passed and the stone house became more bedraggled, and I gained the ability to drive myself I never went, fearful of breaking whatever magical spell that had been cast on the location.
That stone house, it turns out, was a gas station on the Northern State, built sometime in the late 1950s at a time when Long Island was much less settled than it is today, only to be shuttered in 1987. It's a living reminder that there wasn't a gas station on every corner like there is today, that most of Long Island outside of New York City was farmland or estates owned by multi-millionaires like the Vanderbilts or Otto Kahn, and that if you were going "out east" you had better fill up here on the highway before you go any further, as who knows what kind of conditions you're going to encounter so far from civilization?
What the gas station likely would have looked like. Image Source
Of course, today this couldn't be farther from the truth. While the right-of-way of the Northern State is still lush and green from one end to the other, getting off the Commack Road exit puts you right in the center of suburban sprawl - strip mall after strip mall, gas station after gas station. At the corner of Commack Road and Jericho Turnpike there's a White Castle, a motel that you can rent a room by the hour, and a church - you can grab something to eat, then really grab something to eat, and then go to confession, all in the same spot - "burger, bang, and repent," as my sister-in-law's husband would say.
Yeah, by the "sack." Jesus Christ. Image Source
One day, though. One day I'm going to stop off at that old stone house. I'll probably end up getting arrested or something, considering it's state property and NY State Police are some righteous assholes, but I'll do it, just to say I did.