Spotted At 214 Franklin Street: Movin’ Out
It would appear that after being inexplicably shuttered for several weeks Junk is leaving us. Does anyone have the 411 on what happened? If so please share via comments or shoot me an email at missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com. Thanks!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Street Seating Du Jour: McCarren Park
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
While not a piece of street seating per se, I felt this decidedly luxe specimen— a rocker, no less— was noteworthy nonetheless. Dare I say it, but our parks are getting downright tony nowadays.
Miss Heather
Spotted On Franklin: An Offer You Can’t Refuse
This item (which was spotted and documented by Charles Vestal) can be found at the intersection of Franklin and Java Street. Any takers?
Miss Heather
LAST GASP: Pissy Poppins?
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
These photographs (which hail from none other than north Brooklyn’s pride and joy: McCarren Park) come courtesy of Miss Mousey Brown who writes:
BTW dumbass, the pretty girls near the handball courts were laughing at your lame ass. The port-a-potties were closer than the distance you traveled to pee behind a patio umbrella on the fence line… Well done!
Indeed!
Of course given the state of one port-o-let (that has been thoughtfully provided by our local private/public “partnership”) can you blame him?
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Live From Manhattan Avenue
I have no idea what this (which I stumbled upon at 3:00 this afternoon) was about. What’s more, I don’t really want to know. Suffice it to say I found Natasha (as seen above and who purportedly works for Cirque de Soleil) fabulous. The Polka music (which yours truly has grown to appreciate over the years by virtue of living in Greenpoint and becoming acquainted with Ray Budzilek via the local Salvation Army and a very nice Greenpoint named Noel) was pure gravy.
The bellydancers were something to be seen too— mostly by old men and male drivers/passersby. These ladies literally stopped traffic!
Ah, Greenpoint…
Miss Heather
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