Bed Stuy Photos du Jour: United With Love Towing
Filed under: 11206, 11211, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy Brooklyn, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
As if this sight was not interesting enough (I mean, who does not want their automobile towed with amor) I spied something really cool around the corner.
Being the colossal dork that I am I honed in on the old school telephone number immediately: EVergreen 4 4880. My buddy Chris and I, being curious, later swung by 451 Lorimer Street to see what was there today. Guess what?
Salerno’s is still there…
and they still have the same phone number! Inasmuch as things have changed in north Brooklyn it is refreshing to see something that has stayed the same. Methinks I’ll print out a nice glossy photo of the above truck and give it to them. To be continued…?
Miss Heather
P.S.: Oh yeah, how can I not resist posting this photo of a rather winsome ham who wanted me to take his picture?
Nice smile!
New York Shitty Day Starter: Do The Reading
Filed under: 11216, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy Brooklyn, Culture War, The Word On The Street
From Nostrand Avenue.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: A Rather Nifty Urban Artifact
(Or: Much Milder)
Lest the Bed-Stuy heavy content on New York Shitty has not clued you in already, yours truly whiled away this beautiful day in Bedford Stuyvesant. I found the above advertisements at the intersection of Madison Street and Nostrand Avenue. While the subject matter might be objectionable to some, it was rather neat to see a vestige of the old New York!
Miss Heather
P.S.: This post goes out to the guys at the corner of Halsey Street and Nostrand Avenue. One of whom told me:
I like small white women walking around my neighborhood. It makes me feel safer.
A rather lively (and downright funny) discussion ensued. Follows is a synopsis:
- After laughing my ass off. Hard. I tell this chap I like him too.
- I also add that I like everybody.
- He said he liked me.
- His friend said he liked everyone as well.
- I wrapped up this tete a tete as follows: So, EVERYONE on this corner of Halsey and Nostrand likes EVERYONE!
After, of course, testifying that it has been my personal experience that white women— especially those of the “small” variety— are among the most formidable people I have ever met.
CASE IN POINT: My grandmother who clocked in at a whopping 4′ 9″ in height. I have yet to meet a more terrifying person than her in this mortal coil. The fact her name was Daisy is pure gravy. My new friends found this tremendously entertaining.
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