during the 1960's and 70's, I lived and flew my aircraft from Spring Valley, N.Y. Nearly everytime flying up or down the Hudson, I would buzz this old island knowing little more than it had been an armory at one time. I saw it from a rail car traveling to Chicago, on the NY Central at another time. Whenever I saw this haunting place, and during its continued deterioration, I was consumed with curiosity and awe at what I was looking at. It is so sad for me to read about its life now in a book titled;THE HUDSON a histoty, by Tom Lewis....