Shadows of Lost Rivers
Here’s something.
Back at the beginning of this year Beneath Ceaseless Skies published a story of mine called “Shadows Under Hexmouth Street”. (That’s the link to it. You can read it later.) One of the inspirations for that story was an article I read about subterranean rivers in Greenwich Village. The article included an apocryphal story of someone fishing for blind crayfish through a manhole cover in the basement of their apartment building.
Today I found out about a documentary called Lost Rivers.
It sounds pretty neat.
Yesterweird 
Running water in the cellar was in the 18/19th centuries a hallmark of upper class living – flowing stream water gave a certain amount of refrigeration to perishables. Here in Greenwich Village the Minetta Stream was proclaimed dead in the 1950’s only to suddenly reappear when NYU sunk the deep cellars of the Bobst Library in the early 1970’s. Fresh, flowing water was an absolute urban necessity.
You might have been the one to point me towards that crayfish article.
I stand at the crossroads pointing the innocent down the road to obscurity!
Like I needed the help…