(Jan 8) Suddenly, nothing happened. I am still in Port Jefferson, apparently for the year. But it doesn’t feel like home either.
I don’t really remember what was here.
(November 14) Last night in Port Jefferson. Last-minute packing ensues.
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”.