Anyone who knows me well will tell you I am a gift-giver’s nightmare. For this reason (and others too numerous to recount here) I have come to dread the holiday season. This is when the requests as to what I want for Christmas start rolling in and I honestly do not know what to tell people. It is not my wish to be difficult (I come by that naturally). Rather, I pretty much have everything I could possibly want or need —and believe you me for this I am very, very grateful.
As for what few things I might want: I don’t know I want them until I see them (or after they are given to me). This might sound odd but it is the honest to god truth. Which brings me to this.
Yesterday I needed to swing by far southeastern Greenpoint for a little project I am working on for New York Shitty. It was cold. I was tired. Needing an additional inducement/motivator I swung by my favorite house in the world: 128 Beadel Street. It just keeps getting better and better.
A pair of dragons have been added to the front door.
Some little sparkly things have been added to the solitary tree gracing the front yard. Miss Heather likes little sparkly things. A LOT.
But the crowning touch is the addition of this fountain. It adds a measure of much-needed tranquility to this otherwise gritty area. But mere still shots do not capture the glory that is 128 Beadel Street. To this end I shot a little video footage. Here it is.
Oil plume or no, I want this house. How could one not smile coming home to this every day? I know I would.
Especially if I have the pleasure of calling this chap (who I have named “Ward Cleaver”) as a neighbor!
If anyone can dredge up $1,000,000 (or at least several hundred thousand dollars) in these tough times it’s you, Santa. Make it happen!