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Your sister was right around the corner from me. 341 Clinton Street. I’m on Tompkins Place which often gets mixed up with Tompkins Ave. Did your sister own the building. These 1860 to 1880 vintage homes are now selling in the multiple seven figure range. Mine was bought in 1954 for 13K. One row house two doors down is on the market for 6.3 mil. Functional insanity.

DT, JB and the President having a disagreement on Twitter could easily qualify as a Cat. 5.

Thanks Tip. My neighborhoods name changes to the Isle Of Cobble and I end up with 24 feet of waterfront or in property. My thoughts and hope are for all those in its path, Josh included. As always ....

This still doesn’t come close to what you gentlemen go through in the winter when the NE forum is in storm mode. You and Bx usually have to use a , howitzer to lighten that mood. As always ....

Well done with the lens. The one relatively young maple, tucked in a small space between brick walls to the back of me is still pure green. Considering our UHI effect, it may take awhile to convince the foliage that it’s time. As always ...

I can actually see the orange. Either it’s the power of suggestion or my peepers took a trip down memory lane. As always ....

Thank you, it’s beautiful. Sadly many prisons, are of our own making. In my case the warden always tried to keep me out. As always ....

Don’t stress Big G. Follow the CPK lead. Put it anywhere. As always ......

Big G just outed the Forum. As always ......

I glance at the brick, the cement, the bars on my ground floor back windows, look at the struggling ailanthus (city stink tree) look at your pictures, breath in deep and dream. Based on my own tree rings, that’s a max cap fantasy. As always ....

You kept doing it until you got it right. Along the way you kept stock of and kept close, all of your blessings. One of your blessings will join, in marriage, you and your beloved. A wonderful outcome. As always ....

Your first dance, tomorrow, will be repeated and remembered at your silver and golden anniversary celebrations. An bhfeadfadh sonas a bheith ag do phosadh agus 100 bliain anuas. As always ....

In my postage stamp back yard, if I miss watering my very few vegetables, even once, I get a visit from Social Services. As always .....

After last nights deluge all of mine are singing “ What do you do with a drunken sailor”. As always ....

So that’s why I don’t see any in my young urban progressive neighborhood.

I saw one, finally, in my Cobble Hill Red Hook back yard. One lone light in the evening dusk. I stood there, thinking back 65 years wondering where have you all gone to. As always .....

Your right it wasn’t 51degrees at the time of the celebration. It had, I believe, dropped to 55 degrees by midnight. With a stiff breeze on the roof at those temperatures it felt cold. This year with the Macy’s display around the Brooklyn Bridge I may give it another go. 33 years later. The sycamores are taller but I should still have a decent view, Thart is, if I don’t fall off. As always ..

I remember that 51 degrees. I was on the roof of my Red Hook/Cobble Hill row house watching the fire works around lLiberty Island. I was freezing, it felt a lot colder, with the breeze, then 51. Frank Sinatra was part of the night celebration. I look at all the pleasure boats and every day folk close into the festivities. With today’s sad reality it probably could never be reproduced. Restrictive protective measures would have to be in effect. Thanks for the memory, Unc.

A good place to see creations palette, thank you. As always .....

How sad, the thought of a diminished star field, an unintended victim of us. I remember a May spring night. I and couple of school chums were sitting on boulders in a Johnson County field just south of the Ozark National Forest. It was 1968 and a warm tranquil clear night. No beer. Johnson County was a Dry County. No girls because, even though it was Friday the girls dorm curfew still kicked in at 8:30pm. I beLieve Saturday went to 9:30 and Sunday was rolled back to 7:30 with chaperoned parlor visiting privileges for a little longer .You don’t want to ask about Mon to Thur. We just watched the star show Having grown up in the Dyer Heights, Bay Ridge/Fort Hamilton neighborhoods of Brooklyn stargazing was not a memorable experience, except on July 4th, depending on which of us was able to get the best stuff. To this day I’m still surprised I can count to ten using both hands. The star gazing in that Ark field will never be forgotten, I even viewed my first shooting stars. They were frequent, it seemed to me. I recall seeing two cross. Sad to lose that to progress but it won’t be denied. Rather than squawking about it I should try to transport these old bones to place where I might see it again. At least I can still sit in the dark, close my eyes and remember. As always ....

Could the State generate an after hours park permit for those whose skills necessitate it’s use? Just a thought, as always ........

Many happy returns. Rain will never douse your candles. Snow, well maybe ....... as always

How can you say that, after spending the entire day hitting a little ball, with a club, through grass, weeds, sand, trees and finally water. All that to make it disappear into an almost invisible hole. You know I believe your right, the heck with golf, stick to the sport of Moderating. It’s much more satisfying. You also can’t lose.

Wow! Beer drinking in a water hazard while looking for his lost balls. He’s good. As always .....

Going after balls in the water hazard sure did a job on his lucky shirt. As always ....