Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: 56 Dupont Street

Today, upon awakening with a serious case of the blues/blahs, I decided a walk was in order.

First on my itinerary was this tree on Dupont Street. It always makes me smile.

I mean, who could not enjoy this festively-fettled tree?

Especially when graced with an Imperial Walker, a jewel-topped cane and E.T.? There is, inasmuch as I can ascertain, neither rhyme nor reason to this menagerie of stuff— this is why I love it so. However recently something I have overlooked about this Garden Spot landmark was brought to my attention. Namely, the tale behind the tree. This was explained to me recently by a very kind lass.

She purchased this tree for Christmas at the C-Town on McGuinness Boulevard twenty years ago. The cost was (I suspect then a rather handsome sum): $5.99. Once the Yuletide season was over, she planted it.

 

 

I’d say she got her money’s worth— and then some! Stuff such as this (and story and wonderful people behind them), dear readers, are why I “blog” about this community I call home. It really is.

The Word On The Street, Part IV: The Bowery, Revisited

I found this rather curious missive recently while sojourning down the Bowery. Curious as to what it meant, I consulted my Polish expert (who I will be kind enough to keep anonymous). Simply put— and it was made very clear to me “slang” has been pressed into service— it reads as follows:

Polish girls are tops.

Right on.

Southside Photo Du Jour: South 5 Street

Taken August 19, 2012.

Williamsburg Photos Du Jour: 373 Graham Avenue

August 19, 2012 ·
Filed under: 11211, Crazy People, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn 

Yes gentle readers, it would appear this is the latest “service” our Graham Avenue’s good friend has seen fit to offer the general public. My advice to any/all interested sun worshippers: you might want to take into consideration this fellow has chased someone with a chainsaw.*

*As it would happen, I had the dubious honor of pointing out this fact to a couple of ladies dancing with Joe earlier this summer. Follows is how I recounted it to a few of his beleaguered neighbors:

Hey, I thought you all would enjoy a little “fun” I had with Joe before (amusingly enough) this evening’s Public Safety Committee meeting.

I was quite hungry as it would happen my taco purveyor of choice is located one block away from 373 Graham Avenue. Well, “Joe” was in especially good form this evening. Not only did he have his music cranked up to some ungodly volume, but he was singing as well. Noting that the owner of the hardware store next door was sitting in a chair watching this shitshow unfold, I struck up a conversation with him. Very simply put, he is tired of his neighbor, has apparently brought this to Marie’s and Gerry’s attention repeatedly and has lodged a number of complaints. “Joe’s” response to all of this is that he is being harassed. That’s when I opined to my new friend:

Well, he does have a restraining order against him for chasing someone with a chainsaw so I suppose he would be an expert on harassment.

He found this really funny. Wanting to get food (because I was REALLY HUNGRY) I told this fellow we’d resume our conversation on my way back. I’m glad I did! On my way back “Joe” was out front dancing with not one but two 20-something women. The owner of the hardware found this as darkly amusing as I did. In fact, I told him:

If Joe goes inside I am going to tell these women about his affection for chainsaws.

Then by some act of divine providence, Joe’s CD player started malfunctioning. BADLY. So I skipped on over and very calmly/glibly (think like I was talking about the weather) said the following:

You know this guy has a restraining order against him for chasing someone with a chainsaw, yes?

Their initial response was to giggle like a couple 14 year olds. I said nothing more but gave them my “I am not joking” face. Not only did they stop laughing but they ran— RAN— as fast as they could around the corner. I was a couple doors away when Joe finally came back out. The look of confusion and disappointment on his face was priceless.

The Word On The Street, Part III: Sexpendable

August 19, 2012 ·
Filed under: 11211, Crosstown Local, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn 

From the Church Avenue-bound platform of the Crosstown Local at Metropolitan Avenue.

New York Shitty Photo Du Jour: From Spring Street With Love

August 19, 2012 ·
Filed under: 10002, Chinatown, Chinatown Manhattan, The Word On The Street 

Taken August 18, 2012.

New York Shitty Street Art Du Jour: Thompson Street

August 19, 2012 ·
Filed under: 10012, Greenwich Village, Greenwich Village Manhattan, Street Art 

Taken August 18, 2012.

The Word On The Street, Part II: A Bowery PSA

August 19, 2012 ·
Filed under: 10003, 10009, East Village, East Village Manhattan, The Word On The Street 

Taken August 18, 2012.

Lower East Side Street Art Du Jour: Nick Walker

Taken August 18, 2012.

The Word On The Street, Part I: The Cunning Linguist

August 19, 2012 ·
Filed under: 10002, Chinatown, Chinatown Manhattan, The Word On The Street 

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