I left Brooklyn early in the morning on November 9, pushing my granny cart with my mop, bucket, and various items up and down the subway stairs, through Williamsburg, and back to the LIRR, before pushing it another mile down the road to my new location. It was a difficult end to my four years in Gowanus.
I cleared out from one end to the other.
I’m going to miss this place. There’s a lot of good memories associated with it.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have left the building.
Pete agreed to haul a load out of Brooklyn for me if I agreed to go rollerblading in Central Park. Things have gone downhill quite a bit since then. It already seems like it was long ago.
He almost never goes forward except in reverse.
Pete hates the cyclists… passionately.
November began with nine days left on the lease at my Carroll St. apartment.
Root canal, visit one of five. Tony said “pics or it didn’t happen.”
It’s hard to see, but that’s a rooster, full of peppers.
Nice plate. I wonder if the cops are amused.
Back from the dentist, and off to paint “next apartment.”
Painting done, returning to Brooklyn.
I finally got a good shot of this. I never realized it was down the block from me.
The end is very very near now.