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Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Poles On Poles
From Manhattan Avenue
Miss Heather
P.S.: You can read the above poem by Edward Hirsch by clicking here. To learn more about this project (you should— it sounds pretty darned interesting) click here!
New York Shitty Day Ender: 95 Norman Avenue Gets Tiled
There would appear to be signs of life at GreenTree’s old digs!
Miss Heather
Crosstown Local Photos Du Jour: Manifest Destiny At Greenpoint Avenue
Filed under: 11222, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Subway
As it would happen the Mister majored in History (with a concentration on European history) and I minored in History (with an emphasis on Latin American/Colonial Spanish History). Needless to say we, as dorks, took rapt interest in this primer. History is not a field one studies in the hopes of earning a lot of money. But it does lend itself nicely to being pedantic on occasion. This is one of them. Here’s our “Church Avenue Bound” platform analysis:
- Does the “acquisition” of Hawaii date from when it became a territory or a state? This is a matter of opinion.
- Texas was an independent republic before it became part of the United States. This is nitpicking to be certain, but it is true. The second President of Texas was Sam Houston. As one of his descendants I feel rather strongly about pointing this out as he made this happen— for better or worse.
- Whoever inscribed this poster needs a primer on the Texas Revolution/War For Independence, Louisiana Purchase and the Mexican-American War. California, Arizona, New Mexico and Texas were the spoils from the lattermost. A conflict the Mister called the first war of “acquisition”.
- I’m kind of surprised this person didn’t make note that Alaska was purchased by the United States from Russia for the sum of $7,200,000.00 by one William H. Seward (hence why it was called “Seward’s Icebox”). He was, prior to being Secretary of State for Abraham Lincoln and Andrew Johnson, the 12th Governor of New York State. He also has a statue erected in his memory at Madison Square Park.
Miss Heather
Ode To The Greenpoint Post Office
Recently the Mister decided to purchase yours truly a new compact disc player. This was a decision he rued because:
- as soon as he brought it home I put it to good use (if you do not want someone to listen to Guns n Roses, do NOT buy her a new compact disc player).
- it entailed a trip to our local Post Office.
Before Mister Heather endeavored to do the previous he swung by my job to see if he could bring me lunch afterward. I said he could and I placed my order. BIG MISTAKE. I waited. And waited. I started to get light-headed. I was cursing the Mister under my breath. One hour later he showed up: he has just gotten done at the Post Office. The usual litany of complaints followed a cold lunch:
- It is understaffed.
- The employees are churlish.
- There were disgruntled customers shouting in various languages.
- And so on and so forth…
I myself have witnessed all the previous— and more. In my estimation every third visit to the Post Office results in me bearing witness someone going into a tirade. Once in a blue moon they are even in English. One time I heard a gentleman “explain” to an Postal employee (who would not let him pick up his wife’s parcel) that the reason he and his wife do not have the same last name was because (and I quote):
It is the 21st Century and my wife is not my property.
Another time I watched an employee explain to a rather tall and comely blonde that she could not receive mail under the moniker “Mistress so and so”. All mail sent to her highness had to be under he legal name. I won’t lie you: I was very amused by this dialogue. It made the twenty minute wait to pick up a package totally worth it.
These are but a few of my thoughts about the Greenpoint Post Office. On a lark I decided to see what the folks on Yelp have to say about this local institution. It isn’t pretty. Chris K. writes:
If I hadn’t been to other Brooklyn post offices, I’d say this one is merely trying to replicate Soviet Bloc-era Polish bureaucracy.
Use the automatic postage machines whenever possible. They are more charming, exude more panache, and are infinitely more helpful than the staff. Why? Mail something here, and you will probably encounter a woman best regarded as the retarded sister of Judge Milian from the People’s Court. She’s a know it all, which means she probably received just slightly better than “pass” on her civil service exam, but I’ll tell you what, she doesn’t know the most important thing of all —
She sucks. Bad.
Newsflash: you don’t work on commission, so don’t try to make me pay more than I have to for postage. And by what fit of logic are you telling me that my book can’t go in a flat rate envelope?
She’s easy to spot. The one who probably kills kittens in her spare time. That one. Fire her.
Mr. Mets was more succinct and to the point:
Just look at the picture – it’s self explanatory
You can read (and contribute to) the rage by clicking here. In closing, I am the only person who is noticing that their delivery people are not bothering to leave notices for parcels anymore? Thoughts— anyone?
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Restaurant Watch: Grill & Greens
Although I still have no ETA as to when this place is going to (re)open, the spiffy new awning is definitely a step in the right direction!
Bagels on The Run Grill & Greens
994 Manhattan Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
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