(May 19) I finally set foot on Staten Island. For a funeral. Is there a message in that?
But first, in Port Jefferson a project that should have taken a month or two if you’re feeling generous is now well into its second year of snarling traffic for miles day and night. The entire Empire State Building, including demolition only took as long as this roadwork has so far.
On Staten Island, down the block from the funeral, there is a park.
I didn’t have time to actually find the lakes in Clove Lakes Park, but the map says they’re there.
I guess Star Of Bethlehem grows wild
A jogger complimented my tie. I think I was flirted with.
In case you forget you’re in New York City, here’s a fire hydrant, to shatter the illusion.
How do you know it’s not a good day? I’m riding a city bus and paying $6 to do it
Unfortunately, the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge is not a walkable bridge
For one year, roughly from Memorial Day 2006, to Memorial Day 2007, I took a photo of myself, (almost always) against my bedroom wall, every time I made a personal appearance at a customer’s. I didn’t wear the same tie with the same shirt twice. Billy managed to get in on one of them too.
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