(May 10) I went back to DUMBO.
This building happens to be owned by the MTA itself, and long ago became a symbol of the agency’s FAIL syndrome.
Everyone knows sneakers grow on bridges, not trees.
Grimaldi’s, one of our famed pizza places with a line around the block.
Another thinking tour. My return to the Brooklyn Bridge. Didn’t come up with any good ideas.
This journey began in Chinatown, on Canal St.
While talking to Tony, I ran into this metaphor for our financial system
Sushi, Blimpie, Pizza, and Pasta. Ohhhh kay!
Thanks to the Empire State Building, it’s a little different every time I’m here.
I wandered back down Smith St., past this illusion
And then along Carroll, back to pseudoreal headquarters.