Every now and then, I escape back to the city where I belong.
Instead of being the train home to Brooklyn, now it’s the train to the city.
The number of drunks and bums Father Frank’s homeless shelter attracts to the area seems to have steadily risen over time. Now they’re passed out all over the train station day and night.
I prefer this city greeting to the drunks sprawled out on the platform in Port Jeff
Hello ESB, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again.
The Endless March of the Yellow Cabs
It is now safe to walk uphill.
(June 26) Viza and I went to a presentation at the Marriott Marquis, and then afterward to cleanse ourselves of Times Square, we walked over to the High Line. I like the park, but it seems to me the view is more interesting than the park itself. I’m not sure if that’s what they intended or not.
You can still (barely) see the tracks
In 2010, it’s hard to imagine locomotives several stories overhead
New Jersey. You don’t want to go there. Nobody does.
I wonder what it costs to live in those apartments
While we were there, I counted dozens of cars, mostly cabs, running the stop sign.
The ExhibitionistStandard Hotel is built above the High Line and offers parkgoers a free peep show.
You’ll never guess where I was on May 17th.
1964 World’s Fair Observation Towers. aka, the spaceships from Men in Black.
Uh oh… AIDS Walk 2010. They close the park drive for it.
I’m pretty sure I remember saying this before, but Central Park is to be avoided on AIDS Walk Day. Let’s see if we can avoid the Breast Cancer Run in September and the Breast Cancer Walk in October
I’m not feeling this like I used to, but I go because Pete wants to, and I need to escape every now and then.
I walk down here a lot, even when I don’t have a train to catch.
Among other things, I like to reassure myself I can escape suburbia.
The next day it was off to the park.
Failure of what was recently the most profitable restaurant in the United States.
They weren’t bad, if I recall correctly.
Unlike most days, it wasn’t crowded.
One last trip into the city in January on the 21st, and hung out with Viza.
I saw no sheepsheads. I saw no sheeps. I thought sheeps wasn’t a word. I was wrong.