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Greenpoint Lost & Found
As I was knocking about the Garden Spot today I found two fliers regarding lost and found pets. I am going to pass them along here— along with a few notes.
I stumbled upon this flier for a found pup (Bichon Frise? Maltese?) on Noble between Franklin and Lorimer Street. No details are given other than he (or she) was found on Lorimer Street. If this is your dog or you know to whom he (she?) belongs please contact the 94th Precinct at the above-listed telephone number.
I found this flier at 87 Dobbin Street. Once again no details are given. However, if you have happened upon a kitten resembling the one depicted in the above photograph around the intersection of Dobbin Street and Norman Avenue, chances are pretty good it is this guy (or girl). I suppose it goes without saying— but I am going to say it anyway: if you have seen the above kitty or know of his/her whereabouts please call his (or her) people at the above telephone number. Thanks!
Miss Heather
From The New York Times: Vindication…
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
(Or at least proof)
The ‘Burgificaction’ of McCarren Park pisses me off in a big, BIG way. I was reminded of this yesterday. So as to clear up any confusion as to the provenance of the McCarren Park Pool I offer you this: an article from the August 1, 1936 edition of the New York Times. Our city’s ostensible newspaper of record.
Political bosses in Brooklyn are a dime a dozen. History (thankfully) forgets most of them— but not the “Prince of Garden Spot of The World” AKA: Peter J. McGuinness! A well known (if reviled) thoroughfare hereabouts bears his name. If it wasn’t for Mr. McGuinness’s chicanery, political savvy* and charm Williamsburgers wouldn’t have a pool in which to party (or piss).
In, I repeat,
Greenpoint
Miss Heather
P.S.: How can you not love a guy who says this (about a brief sojourn in “the south”):
I don’t like that Jim Crow they got or their goddam white crow either.
*His career survived the Seabury hearings.
LAST GASP: The McCarren Witch Project
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken February 14, 2010.
Miss Heather
Greenburg Slide Show Du Jour: Blizzard!
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
As promised, here is are some highlights of from my sojourn in the snow. It was nice to see kids (of all ages) out having fun. I regret to inform everyone no snow phalluses have been erected in McCarren Park— yet. But hope springs eternal and the day is still young. Enjoy!
And on that note, dear readers, I am off to take a nice HOT bath!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Love Is In The Air!
From Lorimer Street.
Miss Heather
P.S.: I will be assembling a slide show of shots from today’s sojourn around north Brooklyn in a little bit. Need to defrost first!
Greenpoint Street Seating Du Jour: Lorimer Street
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture
What really makes this specimen special is the skeletal Santa holding a gourd in the background (which I have documented previously). The people responsible for this appear to be modifying good ol’ St. Nick in accordance to whatever holiday is in season. Hence the melange of Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas imagery. I can hardly wait to see what they do for Valentine’s Day.
Miss Heather
An East Willie PSA: No Mops Down The Toilet, Please!
Filed under: 11206, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
This takes me back to the first apartment I ever inhabited. One evening, far longer ago than I care to recall, some friends I were celebrating a birthday. My kitchen sink inexplicably backed-up. A bunch of black gooey stuff came up. We panicked. While they did the best they could to stave off deluge of murk I called the landlord.
He arrived and suction-pumped the sink. Up came a couple of popsicle sticks and the remnants of a dead snake. Methinks it was a rattler, but its state of decomposition rendered it too difficult to determine with any certainty. Mine is(and was) an educated guess. The landlord glared at me and admonished me NOT to place such items in his plumbing. Despite my protestations that I was (and still am) a vegetarian and therefore would have no reason to have a snake in my sink— much less a dismembered one at that— he remained unconvinced.
The previous anecdote having been shared— and the horrific grammar and spelling of this missive taken into account— here’s what I want to know:
- What the hell are “whipes”?
- How does one flush a mop down a toilet?
- Why would someone see fit to flush a mop down a toilet?
I guess there’s a first time for everything.
Miss Heather
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