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Niches
Death is never far in Queens, the borough of graves, but it creeps closer in certain places than others. One such place is Mount Olivet Crescent, a slip of a street that wends its way up a hill in Maspeth … Read on! —->
Posted in Death In Queens, NYC
Tagged brooklyn, bushwick, cremation, fresh pond columbarium, fresh pond crematory, germans, queens, ridgewood, williamsburg
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Baby’s First Brooklyn Moment
On Sunday morning, me and the family took a brief trip into Greenpoint to pick up some gardening supplies and to stroll. I lived in Greenpoint for six pre-kid years and I still love it there, though I don’t find … Read on! —->
Posted in NYC, Parental Guidance
Tagged brooklyn, greenpoint, hipsters, kickball, nyc, nyc queens, parenting, williamsburg
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Lionel’s Puppy and Kitty City, Cop Accents, and the Funniest Sentence Ever
On last night’s episode of Project Runway (look, I make The Wife watch enough horrible Mets games; I can sit through some competition-based reality TV now and again), the designers were tasked with making outfits comprised of materials found in … Read on! —->
Tax Season
My grandfather–my mother’s father–was a bookkeeper for J.P. Morgan. This was back in the days when even a brokerage house of that magnitude that needed enormous armies of men to perform its calculations, hunched over their desks with their sleeves … Read on! —->
A Special Valentine from a Pontiac Full of Mooks
Once upon a time, a long time ago, I got dumped. Then I lost my job. The two events conspired to shatter my already fragile self confidence, and I spent the next year and change eating myself up with self-pity … Read on! —->
Open Letter to the M Train Media Baron
Dear person, You don’t know me, nor should you, but we ride the same train to work in the morning. I get on in a grubby section of Queens, while you get on in Williamsburg. I’d never had the pleasure … Read on! —->
Now It Is You Who Are Wrong
I hate when people/things I like attract people who are jerks. Fandom is a perfect example of this phenomenon. As a fan of a certain team, you want to believe that your fellow fans of said team are righteous, caring … Read on! —->
This Child MUST Make It to Day Camp, Come Hell or High Water!
This morning, at the corner of Flushing and Throop, I saw a dad pushing a stroller. The dad wore an aggressive-looking uniform with a shield-shaped badge on the shoulder that says SECURITY. Which could mean anything, of course. He could … Read on! —->
Important Backhoe Update!
Yesterday, I wrote of the exciting saga of the Inefficiently Employed Brooklyn Backhoe, which was being used to haul bulk trash from one project to another. I must report another sighting this morning. I didn’t see the backhoe’s route this … Read on! —->
Two Unrelated Morning Idiocies
Walking up Gold Street this morning, passing through the projects, I saw a backhoe slowly chugging up the street alongside me. This is not an unusual sight in the neighborhood, since there’s an insane amount of road work going on. … Read on! —->