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