(May 19) I finally set foot on Staten Island. For a funeral. Is there a message in that?
But first, in Port Jefferson a project that should have taken a month or two if you’re feeling generous is now well into its second year of snarling traffic for miles day and night. The entire Empire State Building, including demolition only took as long as this roadwork has so far.
On Staten Island, down the block from the funeral, there is a park.
I didn’t have time to actually find the lakes in Clove Lakes Park, but the map says they’re there.
I guess Star Of Bethlehem grows wild
A jogger complimented my tie. I think I was flirted with.
In case you forget you’re in New York City, here’s a fire hydrant, to shatter the illusion.
How do you know it’s not a good day? I’m riding a city bus and paying $6 to do it
Unfortunately, the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge is not a walkable bridge
(Apr 29) Passed by the Speonk train yard.
Only token service to the east end from here
(Apr 25) Plans to leave for Brooklyn came so close. But a near miss is as good as a mile.
I walked this road believing I was on my way to Brooklyn
(Mar 11) Had a meeting in Park Slope, so I wandered through the old ‘hood. The closer I got to my old home though, the more I thought about wheeling Billy to the animal hospital to die.
Welcome to SuperFund site, Gowanus
This view is about the only thing that hasn’t changed
I lived here in the apartment on the right, for four years
The tiles on the floor are new
I have no idea what this thing is
This place was never not changing.
I’m surprised no one painted over “Open Your Eyes”
This is funny because the bridge was always covered in “WET PAINT” signs.
This place had been sold shortly before I left
When I left, there were no robots.
(Mar 1) This all I’ll miss about Long Island.
They’re not mine, though they spend a lot of time in my bed, and Atlas seems to think he belongs with me.