Greenpoint Street Art du Jour: Bicycle
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
From Manhattan Avenue.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Bobby B
Chris Arnade (who took the above photograph) writes:
I was back in Mott Haven to find a few folks and give them copies of their pictures, including Luis
Bobby B was hanging near the Bodega and after seeing Luis’s picture wanted one of himself. Born in N Carolina hes spent most of his life in the Bronx. Recently retired he’s soon heading back south. A warm smiling man, he choose to show a little attitude for this picture.
His friend said “Don’t let him take your picture, he might be the po po” Bobby B replied “I aint worried about no police, its the lord that’s gonna judge me, and this here boy sure ain’t the lord”
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Gone Fishing
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Newtown Creek
The boathouse may have gone the way of many a vision for this, north Brooklyn’s Seine…
but as you can see that doesn’t mean the kayak launch isn’t being put to good use.
Jay (who took the photographs gracing this post) writes:
Hey Heather – I brought my lunch to the park at the end of Manhattan Ave (what’s the name? Newtown Creek Park? and came upon a couple of gentlemen who were planning their next meal — right outta the water. These two fellows were using a raw chicken drumstick as bait for crabs on the bed of the Newtown Creek…. and, boy, were they successful. In just a few minutes they pulled up about a dozen crabs as I watched them toss the chicken leg attached to a rope and haul up crabs two by two (clinging to the chicken leg with their claws). I inquired if they intended to actually eat their catch. And, yes, indeed they were. The one guy I talked to said (in limited English and with hand gestures) that he cleans each crab by putting them in buckets and changing the water ‘four or five times’ over the period of a few hours, then he made a motion like the was scrubbing something with a brush and, finally, the crabs get boiled. have you heard of anyone ever eating crabs from the creek?? …The closest I get to eating shellfish in this town is the Lobster Joint!
Believe it or not, I had someone tell me about this chap recently. Hence why I feel compelled to point out one thing Jay overlooked: he uses— no—- make that repurposes—- condoms fished from the creek and uses them for “floaters”. E.g.; when it bobs up and down that means he has just scored a haul of eightten-legged toxic goodness. Yum!
Miss Heather



























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