(Sep 23) I do this almost nightly again. Out to the highway, and back again.
He’s pushing a grill down the street at 10PM
My detective skills inform me that it flew into the supermarket window
Indeed my experience lately has been that Wendy’s is only good for throwing into the street
(Jul 9) To kill some time before dinner with Preed, I finally returned to Roosevelt Island.
Out on Long Island, What is this scary thing?
Over to Roosevelt Island, the shell of Coler-Goldwater Hospital
Typical of work done by large contractors,
It’s the middle of the day, and no work in sight taking place
This is why it’s going to take years,
Everything takes forever when you’re not actually doing anything.
All this blocked off for the convenience of the construction that’s not taking place
(May 29) Attempts to return to Brooklyn continue to be frustrated.
(May 21) As soon as I saw Prime Ave, I knew I was back in the old hood. I lost my mainframe virginity in that neighborhood.
I didn’t recognize the area, just the sign
We used to come here to de-stress from writing code, at lunchtime
Always interesting to note WWI plaques always assumed there’d only be one world war
It’s surprising how much I don’t remember about the place
But the willows, those I remember
These Long Island stone bridges are of a certain era
These are apparently an invasive species
But now we’ve pretty much seen it all
Time to go. Shall we do it again in another 25 years?
And finally, we arrive at the place of my former employment. The data center was where “Elite Sports Performance” is now. You entered through the two-story building to the left.
(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