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Crosstown Local Photos Du Jour: The Last Exorcism
Filed under: 11222, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
From the Church Avenue bound platform at Greenpoint Avenue.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: An Attempted Hit & Run On Nassau Avenue?
Filed under: 11222, Criminal Activity, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
This week has been a busy one for yours truly. I have been out more this week than I usually am in a month! Last night after watching a man vomit on the G train platform while a man was playing the banjo and singing a song from a Disney movie I realized what I have been missing. This morning when I checked out my inbox I was reminded that what transpires on the G train is child’s play (no pun intended) compared what goes down on our thoroughfares. Brandon writes:
For what it’s worth, there was a pretty crazy wreck last night on the corner of Nassau and Humboldt in Greenpoint. My wife and I crossed Nassau walking south, and about 10 seconds after we crossed a medium-sized black SUV whipped down the street at maybe 40 miles an hour and SLAMMED into a parked car on the right side of the street. The SUV almost flipped over, tilting over on its left tires at ALMOST a 90 degree angle, then smashed back down to the ground. The car driver apparently then freaked out and hit the gas hard, slamming into the car just in front of the first one. I think the driver was probably considering a hit and run, but then saw the crowd of about 20 or 30 people gathering around. I called 911, but after about 5 min. left the scene after it appeared that the cops were on their way, and a large crowd had gathered around the vehicles involved. I can’t find a single mention of this in the news, on blog, or on Twitter. Have you heard anything? What happened? Was anyone seriously hurt? Curious if you or your readers know what happened.
So do I. Does anyone have the 411 on this? If so, please share via comments or via email at: missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com. Oh yeah: YIKES!
Miss Heather
Spotted At McCarren Park: The Bieberbus
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Advanced Life Forms, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
I see a number of interesting things during my peregrinations around north Brooklyn. These discoveries in large part constitute the content of this site. So you can imagine my interest when I stumbled upon the above pink, gold and lavender bus yesterday afternoon on Driggs Avenue. The first question that came to my mind was:
Does someone live in this?
The answer would appear to be yes!
What’s more, these folks appear to be book worms. But I suppose I should get back to why I call this very special mobile home the “Beiberbus”.
They loves them some Justin Beiber! Exactly why, I do not know. I fail to see the appeal. Then again, I am not a teenage girl. Much less one that resides in a pink, lavender and gold air conditioned school bus.
Oh yeah, they also like kitties!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: The Return Of Three Decker!
Yesterday I saw them hanging a “Grand Opening” sign and today I get an email from my buddy Sherry giving me the good news: Manhattan 3 Decker (or Triple Decker as I say) will reopen tomorrow! She writes:
…Three Decker (or Triple Decker, as you call it) is re-opening tomorrow. Don’t let the colorful flags and banners (which are on display today) fool you.
Duly noted. Personally I am delighted they did not mess with the fabulous 1960’s-1970’s facade. That’s what makes it so special!
Manhattan 3 Decker Restaurant “Grand” Opening
August 26, 2010
695 Manhattan Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: Happy Birthday Mr. Heather!
Yes folks, it’s that time of year again. And with each August 25th yours truly endeavors to find some new way of demonstrating her affection. Over the years this has entailed:
1. Refusing to undo the chain on the front door (on a 100 degree day) until he showed me the champagne he purchased (so as to ascertain if it was of acceptable quality) and handed it over.
2. Giving him a photo album of “candid boudoir photography” I found at the junk for him to peruse over his first cup of morning coffee. It had the same effect on him as it did on me: he lost his appetite.
And much, much more.
Believe it or not the Mister takes all of this in good stride. He has learned, as many marrieds can attest, that silence is anything but golden when it comes to one’s spouse: it means you are in deep shit. Torment is a sign of interest. In my case it’s how I show I care. But I digress.
I have spent the better part of a month trying to concoct this year’s bit of chicanery. I thought about changing the locks and going for a walk but given the mild weather I decided against it. I considered replacing his regular coffee with decaf and waiting for the inevitable caffeine-withdrawal to work its magic— but that struck me as being too mean. What’s more, I have pulled this one before (albeit on someone else): it can backfire. In my case I ended up being on the receiving end of my mark’s decaffeinated D.T.’s. Not fun.
The sad news is, dear readers, I have drawn a blank. So an item from the New York Shitty archives will have to suffice. Which brings me to the image gracing this post. It was with this item that I pulled what is arguably the most diabolical prank I have ever perpetrated. It came from a pack of Polaroids a friend of mine found behind a movie sound stage on Diamond Street. Those who are in the know can and will attest the gent in this photo bears more than a passing resemblance to the Mister. So I decided to have a little fun and email this image to our respective families. Hilarity ensued.
Happy birthday, Mr. Heather. Here’s to another year— putting up with (and facilitating) my shit. May you have many more! You are the Sancho Panza to my Don Quixote. Or perhaps vice versa? In any case, you have taught me a few things about Greenpoint politics.
This is for you.
Miss Heather
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