Culture on the Cheap
Greenpoint Speaks Out About The Media
Today, dear readers, I have the pleasure of getting some dental work done. I’ll be upfront: I am no lover of needles, drills and the like. In fact, they terrify the bejesus out of me. Wishing to mitigate the anxiety I was already experiencing late yesterday afternoon, I popped out to purchase a bottle of wine. This is what I found as I was coming home.
It is moments like this that make me proud to be a Greenpointer. So much for the New York Post— they’re Garden Spot’s bitch now!