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Williamsburg Halloween Watch: Fillmore Place
There was a little street, just a block long, which lay between Grand Street and North Second Street, called Fillmore Place. This little street was obliquely opposite the house my grandfather owned and in which we lived. It was the most enchanting street I have ever seen in all my life, It was the ideal street— for a boy, a lover, a maniac, a drunkard, a crook, a lecher, a thug, an astronomer, a musician, a poet, a tailor, a shoemaker, a politician. In fact this was just the sort of street it was, containing just such representatives of the human race, each one a world unto himself and all living together, a solid corporation, a close knit human spore which could not disintegrate unless the street itself disintegrated. — Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn
New York Shitty Day Ender: Stars & Stripes
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Wythe Avenue
Fillmore Place
West Street
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Photo du Jour: Fillmore Place
After seeing strawbrryff’s lovely photographs of this nifty mural on flickr I simply had to see it in person— and you should too. You can view the above image in larger format by clicking here.
Miss Heather
P.S.: By the looks of things we can anticipate more mural goodness around the corner on Roebling Street!
New York Shitty Day Starter: $150 A Night On Landmark Block
Filed under: Williamsburg
Yes, a two bedroom apartment on Williamsburg’s only landmarked block (Fillmore Place) will set you back only $150.00 a night. It has two bedrooms but purports to sleep 4-5 people. Henry Miller (who once called this block his home) would be proud!
NOT.
It’s non-smoking.
Miss Heather
UPDATE: JULY 24, 2009; It would appear that Shannon is has become coy. Probably because what she is doing is illegal as hell.
P.S.: Anyone care to guess what “Shannon” is paying in the way of taxes for revenue she gets from these sublets? Oh yeah, check out this. And this (my personal favorite).
Fillmore Place, Revisited
Filed under: Williamsburg
Shortly after writing this post I received an email from my buddy over at Brooklyn11211. In a nutshell this missive stated that this block was on the docket to become landmarked. At the time (and I mean no disrespect to my colleague when I write this) I thought to myself:
That’s fine and dandy. Let’s see if it really happens.
In other words: I’ll believe it when I see it. Actions speak louder than words. Especially when one lives in an area where a number of noteworthy buildings have been needlessly and careless razed.
Well yesterday I received an email from the Waterfront Preservation Alliance of Greenpoint & Williamsburg. It was entitled “Fillmore Place Calendaring at Landmarks on Tuesday” and it read as follows:
Williamsburg is on its way to having its first Historic District:
Click on the above link and see for yourself. Reading is believing.
Miss Heather
There Was A Little Street…
Filed under: Williamsburg
Millard Fillmore was without argument one of the WORST presidents to inhabit the Oval Office. From who else (other than our current lame duck) can your enjoy such rhetoric/doublespeak like this?
God knows that I detest slavery, but it is an existing evil, for which we are not responsible, and we must endure it, till we can get rid of it without destroying the last hope of free government in the world.
—Millard Fillmore
But I’ll cease beating around the proverbial Bush. I have the pleasure of sharing the same birth date as this jerk: January 7. Initially I felt guilty about liking the place that bears his name in Williamsburg (a beautiful block located in a wasteland of over-development and crass commercialism).
Until I noticed this.
Henry Miller* wrote:
There was a little street, just a block long, which lay between Grand Street and North Second Street, called Fillmore Place. This little street was obliquely opposite the house my grandfather owned and in which we lived. It was the most enchanting street I have ever seen in all my life, It was the ideal street— for a boy, a lover, a maniac, a drunkard, a crook, a lecher, a thug, an astronomer, a musician, a poet, a tailor, a shoemaker, a politician. In fact this was just the sort of street it was, containing just such representatives of the human race, each one a world unto himself and all living together, a solid corporation, a close knit human spore which could not disintegrate unless the street itself disintegrated.
I say we landmark this block (before it is disintegrated) and rename it Miller Place! Or at the very least give him a toast this upcoming Friday (December 26): Mr. Miller’s 117th birthday.
Miss Heather
*Whose tomes entertained me for many hours while working as a temp receptionist at Morgan Stanley/Dean Witter’s Equity Research department one summer. Tropic of Cancer is by far the better novel, but Tropic of Capricorn (clearly) has its moments. If my memory serves me correctly I also (re)read Slaughter House Five, Cat’s Cradle, Animal Farm and 1984 as well. Miss Heather loves to be paid $14.00 an hour to man a front desk, not answer phones, “buzz in” the occasional jerk who “lost” his pass card and read. Although on occasion I had a former temp (permanent hire) berate me for positioning the magazines on the coffee table in a linear fashion. She preferred them to be “fanned out”. She thought that was more appealing to visitors. Whatever.
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