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Morris Park Photos Du Jour: Signs
As I indicated previously, today the Mister and I took our “staycation” to the Bronx. The objective of this trip was partake of real, honest-to-god Italian food in New York City’s lesser known “Little Italy”. I will go into the gustatory part of our trip a little later. This post is going to focus on the great variety of signage to be found in my former stomping grounds.
There were plenty run-of-the-mill signs of pick up your dog poo/stay of my lawn variety to be certain. On the other hand there were a quite few that stood head and shoulders above the others— or simply made you scratch your head and say “What the fuck”? Enjoy!
White Plains Road
This is not a sign per se, but it does make light of a failure to communicate.
Morris Park Avenue
A very Morris Park stimulus plan.
It’s the economy stupid!
I cannot find the words to describe this one. That’s why I shot video instead!
MJ and BTUS
Not here to shop? If so, this bodega says beat it!
Haight Avenue
Rhinelander Avenue
This sight made me feel right at home.
Nothing like some good ol’ Bloomblight to bring two boroughs together! (For those of you who are wondering, the inside looks even worse than the outside.) But back to signs— and the strangest pair of messages I have ever seen gracing a single storefront. The following hail from 1084 Morris Park Avenue.
Sure, this one seems simple enough— but look at its companion found six feet to the left.
The stars-n-stripes, Lady Liberty and… HIV?
And with this puzzler I will conclude this installment of my Morris Park adventure. Next up: a selection of Morrisparkitecture. Stay tuned!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Slide Show Du Jour: Memorial Day In Morris Park
Filed under: Bronx
You know what they say: you can’t go home again. This is probably why yesterday’s trip back to my first digs in New York City didn’t affect me too much: it never really felt like home. This is not to suggest I do not like Morris Park. I do very much. I simply elected to live somewhere else.
The one thing that blew Mister Heather away was how nice this neighborhood is. This is not your grandmother’s Bronx. Or perhaps the argument could be made that it is: roses can be found in almost every front yard, trees provide ample shade and, save the odd stoop-side chat or radio playing, it is eerily quiet.
What surprised me was how little Morris Park has changed over the years. Sure, there’s a new Dunkin Donuts on Morris Park Avenue but all (or at least most) of the mom and pop businesses were still there. As a matter of fact, Patricia’s (which serves some of the most amazing Italian food you’ll ever eat— including a dish called spaghetti alla Frank Sinatra) was not only still around— but it was expanding!
I suppose you could say that what north Brooklyn lacks— or what some are endeavoring so hard to eradicate here— Morris Park has in abundance. It is in every conceivable sense a working class community. This probably why I find this neighborhood so interesting. Follows is a slide show I have assembled of my favorite photographs from this day trip. Not only do these images illustrate what I am talking about but I have to confess I am very pleased with a number of them. Enjoy!
Tomorrow we will continue our virtual trip to the Bronx by checking out Little Italy!
Miss Heather
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