A New York Shitty Photo Essay: Edward’s Gift

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Today, upon awakening to another beautiful day, I threw on a sundress, my comfiest flip flops and went for a walk around the industrial hinterlands of Long Island City. This may not be everyone’s idea of how to spend a Sunday morning— but I think we have established I am not “everyone”. What’s more, I wanted to head back to the Thomson Avenue Bridge to get a better shot of the missive which graces this post. It also graces the beginning of this one:

Spread Love The Queens Way

After my mission was accomplished and on a lark I decided to swing by the Hunters Point and Borden Avenue Bridges. I am a bit of a geek that way. It was near the latter— the former premises of Goldfingers, to be specific— I met a gentleman who was kind enough to give me a present. These:

Present

They should revive if you get them in water quickly enough. I got them (pointing) over there. I picked the nicest ones.

roses

Exactly how these feral flora found their way to the sidewalk in front of a shuttered strip club is anyone’s guess. The same goes for why this fellow elected to give me a pair of them. Nonetheless, it was a cute gesture so I thanked him and continued my shutter-bugging. My activity caught his interest.

Busted

Me (to my curious compadre): Not only is this place closed, but by the NYPD no less. Impressive.
Flower Bearer: This is the kind of place where unusual things can happen.
Me: I can only imagine.

He then asked me if he could join me on my walk as he was headed to the subway (so as to go home). I thought about this for a minute and answered:

Sure, why not?

This may fly in the face of what we are told is “common sense” but the fact of the matter is I like talking to strangers. He then admonished me:

I like to make people more comfortable with me being around. That is why I gave you the flowers. I “smoke” if you know what I mean. I hope that doesn’t bother you.

I am not 100% sure what you mean, but whatever. Fine.

I replied. So off we went— and soon enough it was ascertained exactly what he meant.

If I am walking with you, guys are more likely to leave me alone.

And then he proceeded to show me exactly how he surreptitiously smokes marijuana in public. I will not divulge this chap’s “trade secret”. Suffice it to simply say he is quite proud of it. Nonetheless— being the gentleman that he is— he offered his handiwork to me. I demurred:

No thanks, I was sort of born medicated.

He found this amusing, gave an impish grin and noted:

I have a motorcycle. I have been all over. I have probably smoked grass on every street of this city.

I stopped, laughed and said:

We all have to have something to aspire to.

He laughed at this and, with the ice being broken, began to tell me his story. I got the ball rolling as follows:

Where are you from? You have an accent.

Southern Germany

He replied.

Me: AH! I was going to say Poland— I live in Greenpoint. My landlords are Polish— but I was close!
My new friend: My landlord is Greek. He’s quite a character. He drives a tow truck.
Me: I have had a Greek landlord. I think I’ll with my present one thank you very much!

I stop to take a photo of this…

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and explain to my travelling companion:

I like to take photos of things people write on walls.

He asked if I was a photographer. I said:

No, not really.

He then proceeded to tell me he started taking photos as a child in Germany. His first camera was a Brownie. Still, he gained a passion for photography after immigrating to the United States after his daughter was born. He took photos of her first frolick on the beach at Coney Island. At first she was scared, he explains, but eventually she got into the swing of things with gusto. After that, he was hooked.

I have thousands of photos on my computer at home.

He said.

Ha! So do I!

I replied. We laughed. Spying some rough terrain ahead, I tell him I am going to walk around it via the street.

He noted that said obstacle smelled very nice. I asked him if, since he clearly enjoyed the smell so much, if I could take his portrait. He agreed on the condition I take a portrait of him using his cell phone as well. A deal was struck!

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Onward we went. I stopped to capture this…

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and afterward he continued to tell me his story.

I immigrated to the United States in 1959. I was born in a forced labor camp in Germany. My grandparents were Polish. They and my mother lived in Warsaw. She was taken to a labor camp with me in her belly! I never knew my father. He died during the Warsaw Uprising. My mother did not learn this until six years after the fact from the Red Cross. She later remarried and so I got a half brother.

Me: So I was not exactly wrong when I guessed you were Polish!

(Nodding to affirmative) Germany was a pretty open place after a war. Men would openly approach women and the other way around. A lot of my friends got heavily into sex. They got crazy.

Me: Well, I can imagine people were simply relieved the war was over. A little craziness is understandable.

Some of them never came out of it. I got a little crazy too but went on to marry and have a family. I could never understand that.

Me: I honestly do not know what to tell you.

He then showed me photos of his mother, brother and childhood photos of himself on his “clam shell” phone. After the war his mother got work in Brussels as a housekeeper for a banker who wore a top hat and “tails”. He went to a Polish school and became fluent in not only German, but French and Polish as well) . He finished hs “presentation” with a photo of himself as a young man donning his army uniform. He was quite fond of it— and I can understand why!

I got divorced in the 1980’s. My wife was too strict, I guess. She was Polish. Still, I have a pension and grandchildren so I am happy!

Me (laughing): Yes, it has been my observation that Polish women can be that way. I think it is a generational thing. Those who remember the privation of the war and afterward (Communism). I cannot say I blame them. It’s understandable.

My new friend then asked if we could sit down for a bit. I gladly obliged him.

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I am going to grab me some water.

He said.

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(whispering)

It’s vodka!!!

(in a speaking voice, laughing)

I got this water at Flushing Meadows Park! I went there on my bike, then up to Astoria and back to Mount Vernon. I do not know if I like this city very much. It’s so crowded. It makes me uncomfortable.

Me: But isn’t that kind of the appeal? Being uncomfortable? I grew up in a part of the country where you had to hop into a car to simply buy groceries. Everyone had their own private houses with their own private yards. They didn’t know who their neighbors were— and probably didn’t want to know. Yes, this city can seem like an “anthill” but at least here folks can and do talk to each other. We’re talking to each other right now. You strike me as being happy.

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I am 69 years old. I am old. I may very well die soon. I do not know. Who knows? I donate blood and take my thyroid pills. I am sorry I do not have my teeth in today. I left them at home. I am trying to get them to fit right.

Me: No worries, this is Sunday— and I don’t care! That said, does anyone ever really “know”?

My grandchildren make me happy. My daughter was born with a hole in her heart. Right after she was born they conducted surgery on her to fix it. She was strong. So strong she later gave me a pair of twins for grandchildren!

Me: That’s great. Well, I have to get going It was nice meeting you?

(extending his hand)

Edward. And your name is?

Heather. It was a pleasure taking a walk with you, Edward!

And so on our separate ways we went. Me to the Pulaski and back to Greenpoint; Edward to the 7 train so as to start his journey back to Mount Vernon.  When I got home I promptly placed Edward’s gift in a vase. This did not go unnoticed by the Mister.

yellow roses

Nice flowers.

He said. To wit I replied:

I made new a friend while out walking today.

The Mister: Animal, vegetable or mineral?

A 69 year old gentleman who was born in a forced labor camp in Germany. I met him outside a shuttered strip club.

I replied. Taking this in stride (The Mister has come to understand a LONG time ago that I don’t make this shit up. In fact, the more outlandish the “story” may seem, the more likely it is true.) pointed out:

Yellow roses mean friendship.

I had honestly forgotten this.

I love this town. This one’s for you, Edward!

The Word On The Street: Yo

From Borden Avenue.

New York Shitty Day Starter: Bankrupt

August 22, 2011 ·
Filed under: 11101, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens, Street Art 

From Borden Avenue.

Miss Heather

Long Island City Photos Du Jour: The Borden Avenue Bridge is Back!

January 7, 2011 ·
Filed under: 11101, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens, Newtown Creek 

After reading the Newtown Pentacle’s account (via Queens Crap) that the Borden Avenue Bridge was open I had to see it for myself. And this I did. Take this shot of the Hunter’s Avenue Bridge for example.

Yeah, I am a dork. So much so I had planned my route in advance (I can assure you this is a very rare thing): take the G to Court Square and wander back to the Garden Spot using no less than three bridges. Not only did I succeed in this endeavor, but I damned near froze my ass off and enjoyed myself thoroughly!

As snowflakes were falling I took the above photograph and the workers took notice of me. I cannot blame them: a woman wearing pink pants, pink sneakers, pink scarf and eyeglasses will draw attention in these parts. We bantered.

Me: I learned from a friend of mine that this bridge was open so I had to see it for myself.
Leader: So you are taking pictures of it for your magazine?
Me: In a manner of speaking. I for one am delighted to see that someone has finally seen fit to take “Teddy’s” old place. Gold Fingers, no less.

(knowing laughter amongst the crew)

And now that the bridge is open they can drive to it!

I added.

Leader: It’ll be good for business.
Me: Indeed. I have a few friends who will be very interested in this establishment.

Then the leader proceeded to ask if I like pink. I answered to the affirmative and added that I was feeling festive. This passed muster. As I proceeded towards Pulaski Bridge (and Polish Paradise) , he admonished me:

That guy down there (his coworker directing  traffic) is crazy!

I paused for a moment, looked the leader in the eye and said (whilst pointing at the Shit Tits):

Dude, I live in Greenpoint. They’re all crazy over there.

And then his crew proceeded to let me pass. No. Questions. Asked. If anyone has the free time/wherewithal do swing by and talk to these chaps. They are a hoot!

Miss Heather

New York Shitty Photo Du Jour, Part II: Mixed Signals

January 6, 2011 ·
Filed under: 11101, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens 

From Borden Avenue.

Miss Heather

The Word On The Street: People Of Note

Borden Avenue, 11101


Manhattan Avenue, 11222


What a difference a bridge makes!

Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Inbox: A Question About The Murano

October 27, 2010 ·
Filed under: 11101, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens 

Actually it is more like an Op Ed. In any case it is WELL worth sharing! Em Two writes (in an email entitled A Quick Question):

Have you heard anything about the über-bright and hyper-tacky light on the Murano building in Long Island City (519 Borden Ave)?

This type of L.E.D. display appears to be an unfortunate trend that’s taking hold of developers in the area (there’s one in Greenpoint now as well) in order to grab people’s attention.   I find it is akin to the FOX news approach: any attention is good attention so the louder and dumber you are the more you will sell.  Inevitably a race to the bottom follows.

In any event, the building’s website states that “ A computerized system lights the lobby walls and exterior of Murano in a different hue every hour on the hour, transforming the all-glass building into a glowing, sculptural wonder. Surrounded by a serene water feature, the Murano is a beacon of light, heralding new life, limitless possibility, and inspired living to those who like to color outside the lines.

And to quote someone else, “that’s the sound of incredulous laughter being stifled.”

I’m afraid it is objectively not a sculptural wonder.  Moreover, a clock it is certainly not.  Instead, it changes every couple of minutes, sometimes rapidly, sometimes a little slower.  Or perhaps they are using the new Martian minute.  Most recently, it went into a scintillating series of optical seizures, displaying what can only be described as a stoned 14 year old playing with his “My First Strobe Light” kit and an Atari replica game bought from SkyMall.  That stopped, for whatever reason, after about 24 hours.

And yes, I understand that progress and development are inevitable. This is not the former.

Indeed, when trying to find out what the name of this building was, I simply typed “big stupid light on building in LIC” into Google.  Give it a try.

P.S. The Murano site also states:

The Murano [is] named after the famous Italian island known for its spectacular colored glass[.]

You can see some of that glass here:

http://blog.glassofvenice.com/2010/04/murano-glass-vases-by-venini-for-versace/

It is not this:

http://www.liqcity.com/real-estate/the-lightclock-cometh-lics-murano-condo-fires-up-the-technicolor

Love your blog!

To answer Em Two’s question: yes, I have heard of the Murano. In fact I have walked by this edifice on numerous occasions. Other than that I honestly do not know what to say. Em Two has pretty much said it all!

Miss Heather

New York Shitty Day Starter: A Pulaski Bridge PSA

August 17, 2010 ·
Filed under: 11101, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens, Newtown Creek 

Taken August 16, 2010.

Miss Heather

New York Shitty Photos Du Jour: The Magic Word

March 3, 2010 ·
Filed under: 11101, 11206, 11222, 11237 

Bushwick, Brooklyn 11237


East Williamsburg, Brooklyn 11206


Greenpoint, Brooklyn 11222


Long Island City, Queens 11101

Miss Heather

Long Island City Street Art Du Jour: Dan Witz

March 2, 2010 ·
Filed under: 11101, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens, Queens, Street Art 

From Borden Avenue, Long Island City.

Miss Heather

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