Cafe Cito Bogota
Manhattan Avenue Menagerie
Last night a good (non-Greenpointer) buddy of mine asked me what the meaning behind the proliferation of sneakers she’s seeing slung across telephone wires in her neighborhood. Under the impression that these demarcated gang territory— or something to that effect— she asked me what I thought. I assured her this was not the case: it is an urban legend, nothing more.
I mention the previous anecdote because my favorite Greenpoint chickadee acquired some new companions last weekend.
I wonder what the garden gnome stands for?