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Better Than Real Because It's Not.
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Closing out September…
Lord Landon’s people put a strange crown atop his head
Then it was out to Port Jefferson
The control panel of a tardis?
No, it’s Pete’s sawmill
The hydraulics push and prod the log into place
Unrounded
Sliced into boards
And sliced some more
Then I went home and past crazy sign person, who’s at it again.
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Back out to Port Jefferson
Unfortunate train connections at Stony Brook.
A now rare visit to Bushwick
I never take the subway for grocery shopping anymore, it’s just not worth spending $4.50 or even $2.25
You talkin to me, crazy sign person?
Just looking at this allegedly sent Tony into sugar shock.
Here’s some of what was going on this night.
There’s a lot more I haven’t really gotten a good look at yet, even though I pass it all the time.
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The rest of July.
Old skewl truck in Port Jefferson.
He’s usually out there playing when I walk by in the daylight.
The sign changed again.
I am not a fan even.
These mimosas have yet to fall to the disease wiping them out.
They remind me of my maternal grandparents
Little did they know, they were about to move again.
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The non-event parts of June.
The strange sign person was feelin groovy.
Twitter was completely useless. Before Iran at least.
There was “gravy”.
This still claimed not to be a urinal. The evidence still claimed otherwise.
There was URL fail.
There was honeysuckle in Port Jefferson.
There was an unexpected local view of the Empire State Building.
There were many trips to Port Jefferson to do nasty work.
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(May 16) Going places, going places I didn’t intend to go, and going more places still.
I didn’t hear the announcement that my R was going to go express to 36th. Fortunately there were mosaics I hadn’t seen before at the end of the proverbial and literal tunnel.
These appear to be subway scenes from the 1940’s. I didn’t see a placard.
Then after picking up my notebook, it was back into Manhattan to the West Village heading for the library. Unfortunately I rode the subway and not the Ducati.
Passed four dogs camped out.
Then someone woke them.
Took the F back through Carroll Gardens.
Then out to Port Jefferson the next day to witness the winding down of a 40 year business.
The next day on Union St., the strange sign had changed.
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