Culture on the Cheap
Great Moments in Aluminum Siding, Volume XVII
Last week, dear readers, we learned about the sub-neighborhoods of Greenpoint. Our fair burgh’s affection for siding has at last been duly noted for posterity (my only hope is Very Small Array will make t-shirts). Not only do a great many people know about the quantity and quality of siding to be found here in the Garden Spot of the Universe, but there are some who actively seek it out! Siding connoisseurs, if you will. What’s more, they’re damned choosy. As I learned today.
I was walking down Calyer Street when I noticed a gaggle of smartly dressed folks bearing clipboards and file folders. Thinking that they were Realtors or speculators I tagged along behind them. They weren’t: they were siding specialists!
Man (pointing to the entrance of a house on Calyer Street): Is this the right period?
Woman: Could be. (All stop to examine said domicile)
It was at this point my curiosity got the better of me. I fancy myself as an ambassador of sorts for our fine neighborhood. What’s more, I am not shy about striking up conversations with total strangers. Especially if they happen to be brandishing clip boards.
Miss Heather: Excuse me, are you scouting locations or something?
Miss Heather: I take it you are looking for vinyl siding.
Woman (pointing to aforementioned edifice): Well, actually this one is aluminum.
Miss Heather: Don’t worry, we have plenty of both around here. Good luck!
And on that note I left them to their building of choice.
Calyer’s ready for her close-up Mr. DeMille!