(Oct 8) Starts and fits. Lots of negativity from friends. Yay autumn.
My grandmother grew these. I can’t remember the name of it.
The road to the dead is closed
There’s always construction going on here
(Feb 21) One last trek through the old hood. I think I was going to the post office.
Looking down (north) Main Street
I’ve walked those steps many times in the past
Looking up (south) Main Street
(Feb 7) To the city and back.
I wait, and watch the cars go by
Until it arrives, and I depart.
(Dec 31) The end of 2011. I will not miss it. If the year had a theme, it was the treachery of the NYLUG coup, and that I moved again, and that I’ve had a car under my feet instead of the pavement. That last one’s been taking some getting used to still.
(Jun 15) Perhaps the last NYLUG meeting has been held. The High Line has been extended. There’s still bits of it lying around all over.
Possibly the last NYLUG meeting
In the distance, that building whose name I can’t remember
Robert Moses had a name for this, he called it
And bits of wire and buckets of construction remains in various places
Viza couldn’t believe I looked down and saw this.