From Manhattan Avenue.
Earlier this week the Mister asked me what I want to do for Valentine’s Day. I told him (in all seriousness) I wanted to go bowling— and so we are. I have told my friends about this and they think it is hilarious. I, on the other hand, fail to see what the big deal is and therein lies the rub.
For wont of another way of putting it I am not the most warm, fuzzy and sentimental gal to be found. Sloppy protestations of love and bouquets of flowers— at the very best— will confuse me. More likely than not I’ll get very suspicious and think you trying to pull something over on me. That’s just the way I am and at this point I seriously doubt I am going to change. So be it. After a few misfires the Mister has learned this.
No mushy stuff necessary or cheesy cards, thanks. I not only don’t want ’em but I don’t need ’em: reading someone else’s billets doux is a hell of a lot more fun. Some of you might remember (and if you do are probably doing your utmost to forget) the recent cache of naughty foot fetish goodness I found at the junk shop a couple weeks ago. Well, I have some very good new (for me, anyway): now I have a some letters to go with them! Having trouble expressing yourself to your lady love this Valentine’s Day? Why not take a few tips from these guys? You’ll be certain to get her attention— and possibly a restraining order too!
V-Day Tip #1: Always make sure your letter is neat and legible.
V-Day Tip #2: Use the phrase ROYAL TOE JAM.
If you follow these directions you might get a doggy biscuit!
Remember the movie Sleepless In Seattle? God, I hated that film. Well, here’s its little known (and infinitely more fun) sequel. It is called Naked On My Knees In Queens.
After reading this a few questions come to mind:
- Why don’t I get mail like this?
- Why does every man who comes a courtin’ claim he is “very good looking”? God has made plenty of room in this world for dog shit ugly. Oh has he ever. Don’t believe me? Then I would like to humbly suggestion you take a long hard look at Aerosmith nowadays. Any questions?
I know at least one person out there reading this is a musician. Would you please start a bad (or at the very least write a song) called “White Trash Doormat”? PLEEEEEEEEEEEEZE.
Of course there is something to be said about just being upfront and to the point.
In keeping with the spirit of Valetine’s Day here are a few shots taken from none other than the Garden Spot of the Universe. Enjoy!
This lovely assortment of roses come from the A.J. Farm Market at 1014 Manhattan Avenue.
As many of you know this is also Presidents Day weekend. So why not do what the owners of T & N Wine and Liquor did and combine motifs?
Nothing washes down a box of chocolate (or nine) like a tall frosty one!
Valentine’s Day meets Chinese New Year on Herbert Street.
Now this is what I call a teddy bear!
Someone is loved on Morgan Avenue.
Yeah, I know this isn’t from Greenpoint per se. But I like it and what’s more it makes a great finisher for this post. So there!
I can think of no better way to kick off Valentine’s Day than this shot of one of New York’s Bravest from Greenpoint’s very own Ladder 106 picking out a bouquet for his sweetie. Too. Cute. For. Words.
I received the tip about this one courtesy of xdoobiex, who writes:
we have made the big time… it was supposed to be the cross county bank, but i guess times are bad. maybe cross county can move into wamu, or maybe the 99 can move back into it.
You know, he might be onto something here.
Filed under: Williamsburg
When I looked up and saw this delightful apartment entrance on Driggs Avenue I swooned. I mean, who wouldn’t want to live in a place called “Novelty Court”?* In any case they don’t build ’em like this anymore.
*Well, probably not Frank Serpico for starters (see comments).
Presented for your Friday afternoon entertainment: a selection of wheels from the Garden Spot and beyond. Enjoy!
This Fred T. Sanford special hails from Calyer Street.
If this gent’s defensive driving skills are anything like his ability to parallel park it would certainly explain all the “boo boos” gracing his ride.
I pity the fool who is paying $1,500+ a month for this studio apartment!
North 12th Street goes south of the border.
Some food for thought from Manhattan Avenue.
Everthing is coming up roses on Noble Street.
Thames Street prefers hogs.
Greenpoint gangstas prefer Volkswagens. Lest you are wondering a solitary rose was gracing its bud vase— even tough guys like flowers!
This one pretty much speaks for itself, folks.
In other related news it would appear their upstairs neighbor, The Cee Flat, has moved their live drawing sessions to Friday evenings (for those of you keeping track, that’s today).
Tuesday Friday nights, 7:00 – 11:00 p.m.
The Cee Flat
988 Manhattan Avenue (second floor)
Brooklyn, New York 11222
This Orwellian (if unsullied by spell check) missive hails from the intersection of Jefferson Street and Wyckoff Avenue.
Where, as it would happen, a rather nifty mural is located…
and goldfish roam the mean streets.
C’est Le Bushwique, baby!
This disturbing query comes courtesy of a chap name Frankie. He writes:
Long-time listener, first-time caller. As someone who has read your blog and lived in the neighborhood for a while now, I thought I’d ask you about something that’s been troubling me recently. I’ve noticed an increase in neo-Nazi/white power skinhead types in Greenpoint, mostly younger teens (I remember that there was more of a visible presence a long time ago, but it seemed to have mostly died out). I’ve seen kids wearing swastika pins, and last night I saw some kids wearing white power shirts.Â As someone who spends a lot of time out and about in Greenpoint, have you noticed anything similar? I don’t mean to sound paranoid, but this is really upsetting.
PS – I’m not one of those people who sees a shaved head and assumes the worst. I know the diff between classic skins, SHARPs, etc.
Speaking for myself I have not seen this. It should be noted, however, that I live in the far north part of Greenpoint (which is largely Hispanic and as such would take a dim view of such stuff). The previous having been said (and in light of a video one of my neighbors shot a couple years ago) I would not rule it out. Thoughts, anyone?
UPDATE, 7:55 p.m.: A reader forwarded me this news story from twenty years ago. Go just past the eight minute mark. Very interesting.