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May 2008

 AFTER 400 years, the tides were due to turn. Here on New York’s harbor, roughnecked stevedores once toiled on grimy docks; then came piers-turned-parks, piers-turned-galleries and piers-turned-bowling alleys. Now, anchoring a trinity of luxury waterfront condo towers near West 11th Street designed by Richard Meier, is a seemingly out-of-place dive bar, the Rusty Knot.