I’ve passed through the postindustrial habitat called the New Jersey Meadowlands via car, bus and train hundreds of times over many years. Millions of commuters travel through this area via the northeast corridor en route to New York City. The Meadowlands came to represent apathy, garbage, poison, mafia boss activity and the ultimate in drastic alteration of the environment by humans. It became a wasteland, a place we just passed through, a national joke. I acknowledge the epic undertaking over the years to restore this area. Its marshes have become a beautiful sanctuary. Even so, I still see it like this.