No Sleep ’til South Brooklyn

June 16, 2007 by
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

Before I moved to “The Garden Spot” I lived in Kensington. For twelve whole months. I hated it. Though this neighborhood is quite beautiful, I had the misfortune of having a bedroom that faced a courtyard where mentally ill people ranted and chain-smoked all night long. Ever heard a crazy woman scream the following at 2:30 in the morning?

No, I didn’t kill my husband and I am never going to die!

I have. OVER AND OVER.

But that’s the subject of another post.

The purpose of this post is to give South Brooklyn a little love. Greenpoint style.

From Greenpoint to South Brooklyn via Raymond Street Jail.*

Lizzie Higgins was arrested in Greenpoint last night for intoxication.

“Where do you live?” asked Judge Watson in the Ewen Street (now Manhattan Avenue) police court this morning.

“In Baltic Street,” was the answer.

“In South Brooklyn?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s a good ways from Greenpoint. How came you way over here?”

“Shure, I kem over to see a frind of moine that was sick and I took a drop too much, I suppose.”

“I suppose too. Well, we’ll give you one day in jail. It’s on your way home and you won’t have too far to walk when you get out; beside(s) you get a free ride.

At least this South Brooklyn gal wasn’t further humiliated by riding the G train home.

The ground-breaking for Brooklyn-Queens Crosstown Local was held at Green Street and Manhattan Avenue March 4, 1928 at 3:30 p.m. Greenpernt’s very own Pete McGuinness was the Master of Ceremonies. Naturally.

Miss Heather

*Brooklyn Daily Eagle; December 12, 1893.

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    […] Your webmaster’s sorry, brief Greenpoint history is centered at 193 Green, east of Manhattan Avenue, where your webmaster rented an apartment for a few weeks a thousand years ago. I was eager to strike off on my own and took it ill-advisedly. My girlfriend at the time lived at 931 Newkirk in Flatbush, so the digits were an anagram. It was karma, I tellya. I got tired of one electric socket in the entire pre-war apartment and the bathtub in the kitchen. I can’t eat in the same room where I bathe. (“They do a lot more than that!”–Miss Heather). I went back to Bay Ridge where I remained before migrating to fab Flushing. The ground-breaking for Brooklyn-Queens Crosstown Local (the G train) was held at Green Street and Manhattan Avenue March 4, 1928 at 3:30 p.m. Greenpernt’s very own Pete McGuinness was the Master of Ceremonies. Naturally. [newyorkshitty]. […]

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