The city of Cohoes, in upstate New York. Another former mill town, eking out a living who knows how.
Once, thousands of mill workers streamed in and out of Harmony Mills, its great brick walls looming over the cliff by the Cohoes Falls, where the Mohawk made its final plunge before meeting the Hudson River.
|“Last year, the number of jobs in West Virginia (1.4 percent) grew at seven times the rate they did upstate (0.2 percent), according to the state Business Council. In the 1990s, Appalachia’s population grew 9 percent, compared to less than 1 percent upstate. In 2002, the average annual personal income in Appalachia was $25,470, according to the Appalachian Regional Commission, the federal agency that promotes economic growth in the region. That was $1,390 more than the New York portion of Appalachia, state Business Council President Daniel Walsh said” (Jay Gallagher, “Spitzer’s ‘Appalachia’ Merits Exploring,” Poughkeepsie Journal 26 March 2006).|
Upstate New York, called Appalachian by candidate for Governor Eliot Spitzer.
Upstate New York, cities of brick, with fading painted signs telling of bygone glories, bygone stores, bygone manufacturers.
Upstate New York, where buying a lottery ticket is almost a sacred act.
Cohoes, New York, where the railroad station is now an Off Track Betting center.
Cohoes, New York, where the Golden Krust, landmark bakery and restaurant just burned to the ground.
Who will bet on upstate New York? Who will bet on Cohoes?