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Recently my sister and I reminisced about the Hudson River “Ghost Fleet”. Sis vividly recalled Pop taking us to Lent’s Cove and loading the four of us into the small, old, leaky rowboat with the 1 ½ horsepower outboard and heading out ‘way across the Hudson and behind the rows and rows of World War II ships stored there called the “Ghost Fleet”. She remembers the ships being—to her six-year-old eyes—
ENORMOUS.
