Absolutely. I remember 15 to 20 years ago, JR was the Court Jester, DT was a Bouncer and Weenie roaster, a fellow named Ziggy was a cross between Freddy Krueger and Jason Vorhees. So long ago that DT actually looked up to JB. As always ....
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.
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 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 ....
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 ..