From Withers Street.
Miss Heather
The above image goes out to the Department of Sanitation and the Department of Transportation— who, in their Solomon-like wisdom— decided building a snow fort on Vandervoort Avenue was a sterling idea. The end result was not only obstructed truck traffic from Beadel Street to Maspeth Avenue, but also a clusterfuck of Biblical proportions on Morgan Avenue. NOTE: the following photographs and video footage were shot today at 1:00 p.m.
You can read more about this fiasco at the New York Daily News.
Miss Heather
This is the impediment which faced the Mister and I as we endeavored to go to Kenny’s Trattoria last night (we crossed the street because the sidewalk along McCarren Park along Bedford Avenue was a mess). It is located where the Automobile High School ends and Parks Department property astensibly our open space begins. A cordon sanitaire or simple incompetence? I’ll leave you, dear readers, to make the call. All, I’m saying is I saw Parks employees spreading copious amounts of salt at the corner of Bedford Avenue and North 12 Street yesterday morning. Yup.
Miss Heather
P.S. and while I am on the subject:
Where’s the sidewalk? I ask because walking on Union Avenue is friggin’ scary.
There should be a sidewalk here.
You have no idea how grimly amusing I find our mayor facilitating over-development by fly-by-night developers such as the shit heap you see at left (there were buildings there once— I swear) and then is seemingly surprised when very people he has enabled to move into north Brooklyn (who will undoubtedly inhabit the edifice to the right) have the temerity to complain.
It was a windy night on October 7th, and I stupidly left the cushions on my terrace furniture, and awoke to discover that one has made his escape! Have you seen him? I have drawn a likeness below. If you find in it, I can reward you with a cocktail on the terrace on said cushion, or you can just leave it as 480 Humboldt if you are sick of it taking up space on your roof, sidewalk, stoop, or wherever it had managed to end up. I would really appreciate it.
New York Shitty analysis:
Miss Heather
P.S.: Further down the street I learned he has a taker!