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Better Homes & Garbage: Greenpoint Waterfront Edition
As I have mentioned previously yesterday I showed my buddy Mitch around our fair burgh. In addition to the “Fuck Me” chair I showed Mr. Waxman the new affordable housing gracing our waterfront. Yes, I am talking about none other than the India Street trailer park! The first thing I observed was a number of the trailers (there were eight originally) have found another locality to call home. There are only three remaining. Among the ones removed was the camper pressed into service as the north Greenpoint outpost of the D.D.D.L. (Dzien Dobry Drinking League). So it goes.
Nonetheless signs of habitation were manifest. In fact, I would go so far as to say a higher caliber of resident is hanging their hat hereabouts nowadays. Is this, the Garden Spot’s first and only trailer park, bravely marching towards gentrification, you ask? I will leave it to you, gentle readers, to draw your own conclusions.
Since the door has already been opened for us (so to speak) let’s take a peek inside, shall we?
While Martha Stewart may beg to differ, the floral decor lends this tenement-on-wheels a downright cozy feel.
The presence of personal hygiene products and a Tiki were noted.
Old Glory hangs proudly.
And last— but hardly least— the presence of reading material was spied by my inquiring eye. For those of you who have been wondering (as I often have):
What is the newspaper of choice for folks residing in campers on Greenpoint’s waterfront?
I am pleased to announce I have the answer!
The New York Post, of course.
Miss Heather
Urban Fur: Stray Cat Strut
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Urban Fur, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken May 8, 2011.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: 37 Days Later
Filed under: 11222, Feral Furniture, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture
Today was full of surprises for yours truly. For starters, I received a phone call around noon from my buddy Mitch from the Newtown Pentacle. This conversation started (more or less) as follows:
Hey, this is Mitch. Want to go for a walk?
Me: Sure, when?
Mitch: I’m outside your building.
Needless to say I tossed on some clothes and off we went. As is my habit I showed him the finer points of all things north Greenpoint. This of course included the “Fuck Me” chair. Be they college students interviewing me for their assignments, friends who have not learned the good news about the curious phenomenon or otherwise I always make it a point to show them this piece of Greenpointiana. This item is, in my humble opinion, an example of what makes my community so special.
As we approached I thought I was in for another surprise. One which was not so pleasant.
Oh my god! I… I… think it is gone, Mitch!
I exclaimed. Fortunately this turned out not to be the case. As you will see.
Here’s looking at you, kid!
Miss Heather
The Word On The Street, Part II: The Problem With Dave
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Word On The Street
From Banker Street.
Miss Heather
The Word On The Street: How Are You, 11222?
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, The Word On The Street
From Meserole Avenue.
Miss Heather
Urban Fur: Tails Up!
From Kent Street.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Those of you who are newer readers and/or Greenpoint residents and have wondered about this seemingly out of place feline you can get the full scoop here. (It’s really cute.)
Crosstown Local Photos du Jour: OK
Filed under: 11222, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
From the Court Square bound platform at Greenpoint Avenue.
Miss Heather
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