Ah, Willets Point. The Iron Triangle. Broken pavement, wild dogs, giant lakes of sewage, car repair places, chop shops, junk yards, garbage everywhere. Groups of men huddled around oil drums filled with burning wood salvaged from broken down pallets. Destroyed cars scattered around on each corner. The Mayor wants to replace the whole neighborhood with another megaproject-- the plans call for towers, parks, and happy residents drinking coffee from Starbucks. It's probably inevitable, with the new Mets Stadium opening right out on to Willets Point Boulevard, but it's a shame. Not just for all the guys who will probably lose their jobs-- but for New York. They take a little authenticity at a time, but one day you wake up, and bam-- you're living in Vancouver.