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New York Shitty Day Ender: North 13 Street
Filed under: 11211, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken January 18, 2011.
Miss Heather
Southside Photos Du Jour: Pretty Styles
From the intersection of Grand & Rodney Street.
Miss Heather
P.S.: This post goes out to kiminnyc whose fascination with our fair city’s call boxes— of all stripes— has made me give them a second look! If Washington D.C. can convert their call boxes into public art for all to enjoy why can’t we, the greatest city in the world, do the same? This Art Nouveau beauty (and many of its brethren) is crying out for some much-needed TLC. Is anyone with me on this? More importantly: does anyone know how we can make this happen?
Greenpoint Video Du Jour: Fire Truck Chorus
As some of you, dear readers, might know your truly has been under the weather of late. I do not know if it is a cold (anymore) or allergies. Frankly it doesn’t matter: it sucks. In any case today I mustered up the energy and moseyed over to Monitor Street and Norman Avenue. You see, I have been voicing concerns with the transportation chair of Community Board 1, Karen Nieves, about road/sidewalk maintenance and congestion in this general area. The purpose of today’s sojourn was to document conditions at this intersection and Monitor Street in general. I was not only successful in this endeavor* but I came away with a little “added value”: making the acquaintance of a fire truck siren mimicking dog. Yes, you have read me correctly. But don’t take my word for it: without further ado, here it is. NOTE: listen carefully towards the end. Enjoy!
After the conclusion of this performance I inquired of his person this pup’s name. “His name is Zeus” she replied “and he thinks he is a god”. As do I, Zeus, as do I…
Miss Heather
*documenting Northside car service vehicles idling, cars parked on the sidewalk and double parked on the street and other fun stuff which can be seen here.
Tis The Season: New York’s Bravest Spread Some Holiday Cheer
This morning I awakened to find a fair amount of rancor awaiting moderation in my comments queue. When I went out for a walk shortly thereafter, I noticed that everyone seemed angry. So much for peace and goodwill to all men. Needless to say when I stumbled upon Ladder 146 spreading some much-needed holiday cheer around Williamsburg today I couldn’t help but smile.
As luck would have it, a few minutes later I bumped into these guys making a routine inspection on Driggs Avenue. So I asked the driver what’s up.
Me: I really like the music you were playing back there. Who was it?
New York’s Bravest: I don’t know.
Me: You really should put on some Frank Sinatra. It’s the perfect day for it.
N.Y.B.: Whatever is on FM 106 is what we play. If they put on some Frank Sinatra, we’ll play it. We figured this would cheer people up.
Indeed. A half hour later I spied our guys spreading a little more holiday cheer on Bedford Avenue!
This post goes out to the hard-working guys of Ladder 146. You made my day!
Miss Heather
Happy Valentine’s Day From New York Shitty!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I can think of no better way to kick off Valentine’s Day than this shot of one of New York’s Bravest from Greenpoint’s very own Ladder 106 picking out a bouquet for his sweetie. Too. Cute. For. Words.
Miss Heather
A Goat’s Story
Filed under: Williamsburg
The older readers among you might remember this little guy. I found him hanging out with a few friends knocking back a few brewskis in front of 1000 Manhattan Avenue (Greenpoint’s gift which has mercifully since quit giving) one Saturday afternoon back in 2007.
Well, this week I discovered (while researching this post) that this fella was not the first such animal to call north Brooklyn his home. Apparently his brethren were quite fancied by the local populace at the turn of the century. Enough so that even one of our fire houses had a goat as a pet. We can only hope the fate that awaited our little Greenpointer was better than what awaited his predecessor in this article from the April 15, 1895 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. Enjoy!
He became very ill and hid himself in the darkest corner of the cellar.
This reminds me of how I felt after my high school English teacher made us read Sylvia Plath. Ugh.
Miss Heather
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