The first morning in my new place, I awoke thinking a plane hit the house. Less traumatically, that’s how I woke up for weeks from the house house shaking from vehicle collisions with the potholes outside my window.
Those didn’t look like much even up close, but when the trucks rolled through them… oh boy.
Main Street, on an August early Friday evening
Some things are almost exactly as they were five years ago
Guess someone makes money from it
Yesterday, I was back out on Long Island after a sleepless night. Today it reached 63 degrees.
Leaving Jamaica, for what’s old is what’s new
Coming back to Jamaica, to my new island home.
It said BRODAWAY until Gothamist got involved the other day
I’m pretty much ignoring Christmas this year again. It just reminds me of Billy.