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A Rocknapping In East Williamsburg?
A couple of months ago my buddy Kevin Walsh over at Forgotten-NY shot me an interesting email. It read as follows:
At Morgan Ave. a bit north of Rock St you will find a huge rock, about 5 feet tall. Apparently this is the rock that Rock Street is named for.
I mention this anecdote because when I walked by last weekend I noticed something amiss. Namely, no rock.
After I took the above photograph a woman entering an adjacent apartment building noted it was a beautiful day to take pictures. I asked her if she knew what happened to the rock which once graced this spot. She said she honestly had not noticed it was gone. This of course poses a few questions:
- Why was this rock removed?
- When was this rock removed?
- HOW was this rock removed?
I seriously doubt it was hauled off and sold for scrap (although I suppose anything is possible nowadays). Thoughts anyone?
Miss Heather
A Year In The Life Of Lee Fisher, Part 2: Summer In The City
Filed under: Area 51
For those of you who have not been following I recently acquired a penny diary dating from 1917 that belonged to one Lee Fisher who hailed from Grand Street. From the best I can deduce he worked in a dry goods store on the Lower East Side (and seemed not to like it very much). In this installment (which covers early May through August) he does his best to beat the heat by checking out Central Park, sleeping on the roof, doing a little a lot of bathing in Coney and taking a vacation. Enjoy!
May 30, 1917
No work to day. “Decoration Day”. Walked thru Central Park with Belle. Visited Aunt Sherry at Hospital, Saw movies at night with B. Came home. To bed.
(You can read his diary entries for May 4 – June 2 by clicking here.)
June 13, 1917
All dressed up with no place to go. Went downtown bought 2 Liberty Bonds. Visited Tanty Shiny. Saw a vaud.(ville) show. Read. To bed.
(You can read his diary entries for June 3 – July 2 by clicking here.)
July 11 & August 1, 1917
In store until 7 P.M. Played craps during the day, lost $6.00. Met Miss Harlowe, in store. Put one over.* Had a Chinese dinner with her. Moe and I then repeated. To bed at 1 o’clock
In store until 7 P.M. Hot supper. Saw a vaud show. Talked with the boys. Was so hot I slept on the Roof.
(You can read his diary entries for July 3 – August 1 by clicking here.)
August 30, 1917
After breakfast went to Coney. Found Joe & Fannie & their first babe, a little girl. Home at 8:30. Went to bed.
(You can read his diary entries for August 2 – August 31 by clicking here.)
Autumn will prove to be an interesting month for Mr. Fisher. Not only does he quit his job but he travels to the south. Stay tuned. In the meantime you can see some nifty old pix of Central Park by clicking here.
Miss Heather
*For those of you who are not in the know this is parlance for ripping someone off.
Greenpoint Photo du Jour: WELCOME
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Franklin Street.
No wonder this space hasn’t been rented for several years now.
Miss Heather
Boobification Photo du Jour: Oh My…
Filed under: Area 51
One question I often find myself asking is when should something not be boobified. Well today (thanks to a very special correspondent) I got my answer:
When the article in question sports an ample rack…
and puts them to good use. This sculpture (which is wrong for too many reasons to go into here) graces a Civil War monument in front of Iowa’s state capital. I suspect I speak for many when I say Greenpoint needs some, um, uplifting public art like this.
Miss Heather
Interesting Consumer Item Of The Day
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I found this amusing bit of Garden Spot goodness today at Word Books and felt compelled to pass it along. At $2.75 a pop they might be a bit pricey but nonetheless they strike yours truly as a splendid way to reach out and touch that special someone this upcoming holiday season. Why not reach out and give someone the gift of Greenpoint love today?
Word Books
126 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photos du Jour: Greenpoint Grocery
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Last weekend I noticed the awning gracing the Greenpoint Grocery had been removed. Curious to see what was underneath it I went in for a closer look.
Barrels and beer mugs. Why does this not surprise me?
I really like this shot. It’s as if J.F.K. is dreaming of a tall frosty mug of brew!
Miss Heather
Need A Little Moving Help?
This flier (which I found at the Northside Pharmacy) might be just the thing.
Why not give “Joey Baby” a call, tune in, turn on and drop out (of your old digs)? If I had any worldly goods of value (and for the record I don’t) I do not know how comfortable I would be having them handled by hippies. I mean, they’re not exactly the most reliable people you know. It would be not unlike buying a $1,000,000 condominium that was built by “MONKEYBOY Construction”.
These two businesses should team up. Seriously.
Miss Heather
East Williamsburg Photo du Jour: Bogart Street Biathlon
Whenever I want a little excitement I head over to East WIlliamsburg. No other neighborhood —save perhaps my own —will make you shake your head and mutter to yourself
What the fuck?
with the sheer frequency this place place will. Which brings me to something I found on Bogart Street recently.
It would appear that someone decided to engage in a little physical fitness.
Miss Heather
DRATS, No Rats!
A tipster wrote on Saturday, November, 9, 2008:
labor action down at either northside piers or 184 kent. TWO rats are up.
I went down there without delay only to discover a few protesters, NO RATS and jaded affluenzics.
I asked these chaps what was up with the rats.
Miss Heather: I was told two rats were down here, where are they? Or did you have to pay them time and a half?
Union Man #1: On Sundays they get paid double time!
Miss Heather: (laughing)
Union Man #2: We only pull out the rats on the days they work. Yesterday we had 200 hundred man here.
Miss Heather: Yikes, it was so nasty out. After working I went home!
Union Man #2: They served lunches yesterday.
Then we discussed the joy of “scab labor” in north Brooklyn. One protester put it this way:
It gets worse. First they build in Manhattan, then DUMBO, then Williamsburg, and Greenpoint. The further out they go, the lower the quality.
Miss Heather: No shit. I have the pleasure of living on the same block as Magic Johnson’s condos.
They immediately felt sorry for me. As I did for them.
“Cutting corners” I asked: “I thought everything being built here was crap, what makes this building special?”
They laughed.
That’s why I rent in Greenpoint. And won’t buy “to own” crap like this:
$2,900 for a one bedroom apartment is 2x what I pay for rent.
In Greenpoint. I LOVE Greenpoint. Why the hell should I move?
Miss Heather
P.S.: The orange fur gracing the photograph gracing the beginning of this belongs to Mr. Heather’s cat Artemis.
He was engaged in some kind of solidarity sit-in atop the scanner and I saw no reason to remove him.
Bedford Bush: The Feminine Mystic
Filed under: Williamsburg
I have never gotten the male fascination with this female orifice. Perhaps it is because I have one. Speaking from personal experience having a “hooha” ain’t all it’s cracked up to be: every 28 days it is a source of irritation to yours truly. Nonetheless tree twats (like the above specimen which hails from Bedford Avenue at North 3rd Street) proliferate. Yet none of them menstruate (I’d like to see that!). But I discovered yesterday one makes music.
When I walked by this honey pot on North 3rd Street (just north of Kent Avenue) I heard music. Don’t believe me, hear for yourself.
My ‘gina symphony of choice is Igor Stravinsky’s “The Rite of Spring”. Clearly I have a lot of practicing before I make it to Carnegie Hall.
Miss Heather
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