Although the fares haven’t gone up yet, the subway is already too expensive. I predict walking is going to be on the rise.
Someone was in too much of a hurry though.
I decided to walk from the Financial District to the West Village to save $2
But I suddenly found myself at the library with only these.
It seems that as of late 2008 Y2K has finally arrived, and it had nothing to do with poor computer programming practice.
MTA FAIL. Not only does water flow in unimpeded from the street, the ceiling leaks 3 feet away. It’s been like this for years.
MTA FAIL2. They were at the edge of the street when I arrived. Three hours later, this crew of at least 10 workers, and 2 MTA police had 30 feet of blacktop to show for themselves. This may be one reason why the MTA is more in the red than some countries spend in a year.
The gardens on High St. look more than a bit less impressive than last year.
This place was sold about six years ago, and has been continually screwed with ever since. Six years of construction.
This is what a private bailout loan looks like. It ain’t pretty, really.
The Union St. sign weirdness continues.
“Annie’s Garden”, one of the many (apparently) “Gardens of Union”.
(September 24) Today I had to go up to the Bronx in the neighborhood of the Amadou Diallo mural. On the way, I spotted several other murals in the area.
The 6 rolling away from Whitlock Ave.
It’s just about the end for both flowers and butterflies.
Something to do with manatees and killer sphinxes
This one on the side of a bodega is interesting…
And then I was off to Central Park to see David Blaine.
Right now, this somehow appropriately (if cryptically) sums up my absence.
And for the many who’ve asked, Billy has successfully made the transition to Brooklyn, even though we’ve never found a quite suitable frisbee place.