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The Word On The Street: Special Polish Edition
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Word On The Street
From Norman Avenue.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: The Conversation
Given all the talk about truck traffic and the diversion of vehicular traffic from Nassau Avenue to Norman Avenue at this week’s Transportation Committee meeting you can imagine, gentle readers, how fascinating I found the above bit of gridlock (as spied at approximately 1:00 this afternoon). As you can see there are two truck on Norman Avenue (which, it should be noted, is to be used for making deliveries only). They are not making deliveries. Rather, their drivers are having a conversation. One which they (finally) decided to terminate once a motorist on Newel Street resumed her salvo of honking.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Bye, Bye Beamer
Filed under: 11222, Feral Furniture, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
The above images were shot by Jay Lombard, who writes:
I was driving on mcguinness when I spotted the tow truck with NYPD escort. Our little wayward Beamer buddy from NH got dragged out of Greenpoint in grand fashion! Thanks for calling attention to this hunk o’ junk.
I have a confession to make: I feel a certain sense of loss. I mean, I am happy to see this eyesore being towed but I did find the detritus it was attracting downright fascinating from an anthropological stand-point. My conclusions are as follows:
- Someone in the surrounding environs really likes bananas.
- Someone in the surrounding environs keeps a bag of cat shit handy for such occasions. Or at least this is what I am envisioning/hoping: a Garden Spot Johnny Appleseed of sorts, if you will. But instead of marking his territory with fruit-bearing horticulture he his medium/message of choice is cat shit.
UPDATE, 4:45 p.m.: I just got off the phone with D.I. Hurson of the 94th Precinct. He gave me the skinny on what happened. VERY simply put, the plates placed on this car did not match the registration sticker on the dashboard. Apparently this is a fairly commonplace practice when someone wants to avoid registering cars in our fair state. Anyway, New York State tags and registration are easy to cross-reference at a glance because they will have matching numbers. In this case they had to do some cross-referencing in order to deduce this vehicle was (in all probability) abandoned. So there you go!
Miss Heather
P.S.: For what it is worth, the Banker Street comfy chair is still with us.
Someone has even gone to the trouble to move it so as to conceal the objectionable “language”. Nice.
McGuinness Boulevard Feral BMW Watch: 96 Hours Later
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Justice
No more tickets have been issued— but we have two new banana peels!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: 48 Hours Later
Now we’re up to two tickets and an annotation!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Photos du Jour: McGuinness Boulevard
Filed under: 11222, Culture War, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Other Shit, Street Justice, Vomit
After getting word form my buddy Jay that a beleaguered Beamer was being used as a trash receptacle on the Champs-Élysées of our fair burgh I simply had to see (and smell) this spectacle for myself. I am pleased to report I was not disappointed!
As you can see it has received a few “additions”.
The presence of food matter, vomitus and/or effluvia was noted.
A solitary carrot has found its way into the mix.
Here’s a close up of the cat shit.
And last— but hardly least— a parking ticket. What will tomorrow hold, you ask? That remains to be seen. But I suspect our fellow Greenpointers will not disappoint!
Miss Heather
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