Here were parts a, b and c. These photos taken over three decades ago capture a simpler sixth boro.
Here the magical dory is tied to Philip T. Feeney, which now languishes in a tug purgatory. The shore of lower Manhattan also looked quite different then. That low-slung but stately building on the other side of the river is the Custom House aka Museum of the American Indian.
Reef points and baggy wrinkle . . . this is a classy sailing dory not timid
when navigating past a tanker of yore.
All photos by Pamela Hepburn of Pegasus Preservation Project.
tugster: a waterblog 
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July 28, 2015 at 10:38 am
Rembert
Those warm colours of the 70s and 80s – I suppose, the reason lies not only in films from Rochester. New (super-)structures have no chance of ageing in glory, because galvanizing and coating allow only vapid gray.
BTW, in that novel of R.Kushner, set mainly in the 70s New York and now rather popular out here, one of the central figures tells about (pretended) work on a tugboat in the city`s harbor. Elsewhere in the book a tug – quite unusually – is used as a comparison. If you are still looking for some holiday reading material, you will have a lot of fun not only with searching the tugs.
July 28, 2015 at 10:44 am
tugster
You must mean Flamethrowers. I’ll have to check it out: http://www.nytimes.com/2013/04/17/books/the-flamethrowers-a-novel-by-rachel-kushner.html