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Urban Fur, Part II: Parsnip
Today as yours truly was knocking around north Brooklyn I embarked upon an inner journey of discovery (so as to distract myself from the stifling humidity). More specifically, I was musing to myself about how very few things surprise me anymore. Some would say this simply comes from living in New York City (and being jaded). I beg to differ: the mis-education of Miss Heather started long before that. For example, I recall while in collage going to a boyfriend’s house unannounced and knocking on the door only to have him answer while wearing a slip and a bra. Was I surprised by this turns of events? Definitely. But did I lose my cool? Absolutely not. Rather, I calmly asked why he was dressed in such a manner. He, in turn, explained to me that it helps him relax. I cannot honestly say I understand this (bras and slips are hardly my cup of tea) but then again, I am not a guy. So it goes.
I mention the previous anecdote because today as I was strolling down North 6 Street I saw something rather extraordinary: a woman walking while chatting on a cell phone…
with a cat perched upon her shoulder.
Did I ask this lass why she had a cat on her shoulder? No. It has been my experience that asking questions can (and often does) result in answers for which one may not be prepared. (If this is unclear, gentle readers, please re-read the anecdote which kicks off this post.)
Rather, I inquired of her furry friend’s name. She replied:
Parsnip.
I found this to be a pretty nifty name.
As you can see, Parsnip was not the least bit distressed by doing a little shopping. He (or she) took it all in stride.
Which is exactly what I did. Just another day in Williamsburg, folks…
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo du Jour: Romantic Fear
romantic fear
talks about the fear
people have
to just be
alive
to live
to prosper
to succeed
to die
(From Manhattan Avenue.)
Miss Heather
A Bedford Avenue Mystery Solved!
Filed under: 11211, Culture War, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Anyone who has lived in Williamsburg for any appreciable period of time knows this place well. Those who don’t (READ: tourists) love it too. It is located at Bedford Avenue and North 1 Street and is a much-needed breath of levity in the downright affluenzic mecca which Williamsburg has become. I, as many others, have often wondered who has taken over this menagerie since Luis Rivera died. Well folks, I have some very good news: last night I got the answer!
Her name is Carmen and I stumbled upon her locking the gate after adding wreaths bearing eggs to the current display. She didn’t care to be photographed (which I attribute more to a language gap than secrecy) but she told me that she is the current “custodian” of this ever-unfolding creation and its future is uncertain. Apparently Luis Rivera’s cousin (or nephew— I forget which) wants to operate a flea market in this space.
Nonetheless she is soliciting donations for “Coco” the Gorilla to get new clothes. Those of you who care to do so can do this in person on Saturdays (when she has assured me she is on the premises) or next door at 270 Bedford Avenue (AKA: Monsignor Alexis Jarka Hall Senior Housing) which Carmen calls home!
Miss Heather
The Word On The Street: A Kent Avenue PSA
I have a confession to make: I do not speak and/or read French. Upon arriving home I “Googled” this phrase. It means (and I quote):
Women, I love you.*
Miss Heather
*I learned this after stumbling upon this. WARNING/CAVEAT: This footage will in all probability, dear readers, make you hurt.
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