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Has Anyone Seen Wythe?
Filed under: 11211, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
The cat, that is!
I am guessing the author of this flier meant to write “last seen Sunday, October 16th“. If you have seen Wythe* or know of his (or her) whereabouts please contact his “person” at the above telephone number. Let’s get this gorgeous guy (or gal) back home where he belongs!
Miss Heather
*Which is a WONDERFUL name for a cat, by the way.
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Pinball?
Robert writes (in an email entitled “Pinball Wizardy”):
There is a makeshift pinball arcade set up in the car impound lot on Franklin btwn Eagle and Dupont. You must check this out.
I’ll be upfront: I found this very difficult to believe. So I headed to the location of the purported pinball parlor without delay.
It’s for real.
I spoke to the owner of this establishment about his new side business. He told me he brought the machines in for the enjoyment of “the guys” because “you only live once”. I was also assured kids of all ages are more than welcome to come by and play. TIP: the “Grand Slam” machine will only set you back 25 cents a game!
Only in Greenpoint, folks.
Miss Heather
Crosstown Local Photo du Jour: Rebuttal
Filed under: 11222, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Remember the post I wrote last week grousing about Bloomberg inundating the G train with advertisements designed to ingratiate himself to the Latino community? Well, he got a response. En Espanol. At the Greenpoint Avenue stop of the Crosstown Local.
Translation per SpanishDict.com:
I will not vote for that bastard* Bloomberg.
Miss Heather
*I was always under the impression the word “maricon” meant something else. While I do not condone the homophobic message that comes with using such a word, you know what they say:
It’s the thought that counts.
Garden Spot Photo du Jour: A Very Greenpoint Stroller Mom
Filed under: 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
As you can probably ascertain by today’s delayed postage, I decided to table the blog for awhile and go for a walk. The way I see it, winter will be upon us soon enough so I should enjoy every last drop of sunshine and shirtsleeve weather while I can. It was on Green Street that I encountered a threesome who shares my sentiment—Â even they do not have to wear shirtsleeves (or pants, for that matter).
The occupants of this double-decker “stroller” for the fashionable furry set are (from top to bottom): King Billy, Milo (to the right) and Chuck Norris (to the left). Yes, you just read me correctly: somewhere in our fair burgh there is a cat named Chuck Norris— and he likes (or at least doesn’t seem to mind) touring our streets in a stroller.
In the course of our conversation his “person” told me that at some point she plans to adopt a brother for Chuck and his buddy Milo. His name will be Clint Eastwood. I wonder if they make triple-deckers?
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Gentrification Watch: 110 Green Street
It has been awhile since I have written about my favorite nondo: the Viridian. This is because since “Bird Gate” (in August) there has not been anything truly noteworthy to pass along. That is, until today.
Yes sir. Inasmuch as the Garden Spot of the Universe seems to be transforming into dime store version of her more famous sister down south, some things never change.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: A Gate On Java Street?
Filed under: 11222, Dog Shit, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Mike (who sent me the above photograph) writes:
I was walking down by West and Java today and noticed someone is putting up a metal gate leading down to the water. Is this the same spot where the city tore down the gate (to ensure our access to the “water front”) over the summer if I’m not mistaken?
Intrigued, I moseyed down to Java Street this afternoon to see what’s up. Contrary to what Mike thought, this fence (which as some of you may recall, was issued an order by the Department of Transportation to be removed because it ostensibly blocked waterfront access. I think this is a bit of an exaggeration, but illegal is illegal…) was not going up: it was coming down.
To close on West Street related news I am pleased to announce the crumbling construction fences I wrote about in this post have been repaired.
It should also be noted the owner of the above property (174 West Street, which is located between Green and Huron Street) has been issued a summons for (and I quote) “failure to maintain adequate housekeeping”. How do I know this, you ask? Let’s just say the word is on the street.
I’ll leave it to your respective powers of deduction, dear readers, to figure out what the brown smudge is on this document.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: Tete a Tete
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture
This discarded duo (from Hausman Street) made me smile. And I am certain wherever he is Bob Guskind is smiling too. Today would have been his 51st birthday. This one’s for you, Bob. You might be gone, but you are not forgotten.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Greenpoint Public Library Bake/Book Sale
This is a quick reminder that Greenpoint’s very own public library will be having a “Book & Bake Sale” this upcoming Saturday, October 24, starting at 1:00 p.m. A buck for paperbacks and two bucks for hardcovers is hard to beat! What’s more, you’ll be supporting a very worthy cause.
Book & Bake Sale
October 24, 2009 starting at 1:00 p.m.
Greenpoint Branch of the Brooklyn Public Library
107 Norman Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
If you have been meaning to donate books (as I have) or baked goods (I’m am doing everyone a favor by refraining) to this cause it’s time to get moving!
Miss Heather
P.S.: Those of you who want to become a friend of the Greenpoint Public Library can get the ball rolling by contacting their Friends Coordinator at (718) 230-2406.
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