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.