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I had to go up to the row house roof for a leaf check and even at twilight the light pollution, from the Brooklyn skyline, was breathtaking. I forego the shorts because I do have consideration/respect for the ambiance of the surrounding area. As always ....

Unc, I do remember that one. I was running a training unit for the USPS. NYC Morgan annex. I had passed through Penn station at about 6am and it was chaotic. The in coming system was already effecting RR transportation. I remember one of the units senior examiners, who had relatives west and south, arriving saying, I hope we’re ready for what’s coming. My last pleasant memory was shoveling after that 12+ hour day. As always......

I believe you. Only in Heaven do you need a devils advocate. There will be no need for one as we are all roasting in .......... As always .....

Tip what concerns me is that I read through your post and not only understood it but agreed with it, enjoyed it and ( get ready ) actually wished it was longer. It means to me only one of two things; either your losing your touch or I’m gaining mine. As always ....

In the near/distant(?)future, when the.climate of the former location of Portland matches that of the present BWI I wonder what Caribou will be like? As always......

Good morning I R. So now we end up with a complimentary SHI, Suburban Heat Island Effect? As always .....

Irish, my brick and mortar bound maple finally, 11/09/2020, heeded nature’s call and gentle kiss. I also tried standing out in the postage stamp awhile. I never got natures kiss but sure as hell got the call. As always......

Not exactlysure Julian, but I may take that as a compliment. As always ...

Fate will bless you with a successful trip, Allsnow. You jogged a memory. The last time I fished for and caught a striped bass was aver 50 years ago. I was with a work buddy who, as opposed to me, was an expert fisherman. It was a rather mild October night and he said the strippers would be running up the Hudson. He took me to the Spuyten Duyvil metro north railroad station. 1979 was a different time so we walked across unfenced track beds and electrified rails and arrived at the most unattractive stretch of garbage strewn shore I’ve ever seen. The rats were so plentiful that it made the Willard movie look like a Disney classic. My friend was a degreed environmentalist. He told me to just gently kick out your foot and the rats would scatter. He said we, to them, were rats too big to mess with, it took me a while to pick up on the irony. He and I rigged up and then came the bait. Soft shell crabs, tied around a rather large hook. He used a special string and I’ll damned if I remember the name of it, I believe the tide was incoming. He told me get a bit closer to the waters edge but to be mindful of the slippery moss on the wet rocks. He said you do not cast out. You just gently plop the line a few feet from shore and let the hook settle in the rocks. He said the strippers will sense the bait go for it and your hook and he was right. Not a minute after I did as instructed a stripper took the bait. Surprised and elated, I took a miss step, forgot about the moss and became briefly airborne landing amongst a swarm of Willards relatives. Apparently they didn’t like Italian food so they scattered. I held on to the pole for dear life. My friends concern for my fall was only overshadowed by his uproarious laughter. I managed, listening to his patient instructions, to land it. It was 20 to 24 inches I believe. Several more were caught that evening. Since river pollution was extreme at that time he gave me some professional advice. He said look at the fish, in the light, if you detect a red/orange sheen throw it back, it’s contaminated. A greenish sheen is what you want to see. Sure enough half the catch was thrown back. I remember bringing it home to my beautiful young wife and she being the typical servile Italian spouse said sweetly to me. Get that thing out of my kitchen, take it to your mother and ask her to deal with it. I did and my mom made a stuffed stripe bass I will never forget. My lost Vicenza knew she could not prepare it the way my mom could so she actually, with love, gave me the easy way out. To this day I will never forget how wonderful that meal was. My apologies for the length of the memory. I may be invited, by the Moderators, to join the S19 limit club but mine will be for words. As always ....

Julian, perhaps a goat would be easier though I’m not sure about their fertilizer output. I should be the last one to give advice, considering I’m an old goat myself. As always .....

Don, as I sat contemplating another lonely night I chanced upon your lovely photos. I am very fortunate that the wonderful images posted by you and other forum members come equipped with a well intentioned steel toed boot. It works and I greatly appreciate it, even if my butt doesn’t. As always ....

That sounds like a plot twist in a Simpsons episode. Years ago I laughed when walking through the K Mart Christmas Shop in Penn Station. First because it was September, second, they had a pre-lit artificial palm tree on display. It doesn’t seem as funny nowadays. If I see a brief flash to the north near months end, I’ll know you were mowing late. As always ....

Here’s hoping but all our forum members with lawns may end up running inside, between mower runs, to baste the Turkey. As always ....

The weather channel came out with a prediction from some study, that 60% of the NE up to Maine will be snowless by 2100. With 80 years to go, coastal areas are making a run at that right now. As always .......

I say that to myself every time the mist clears from the bathroom mirror in the morning. As always ....

I guess we’ll have to be satisfied with outdoing them when it comes to higher minimums. As always .....

I agree with both of you. Buddies of mine, one on the SI side of the Verrazano and the other just off Hicksville Road, would be scraping away at their windshields when not even a hint of such was evident in my UHI Down Town Brooklyn haven.haven. As always.....

Careful Joe, remember what happened after the “let them eat cake “ comment. As always .....

I can say the same Irish, but only if I count the City Council Et al. As always .....

Your fine. You can add an s to the original if you want.As always ....

9:50 am after reading all the wonderful observation post, I heard a gentle whispering in my ear: “ there is nothing sadder than an old man gazing out a barred, ground floor, back yard window, straining to see one snow flake”. I whispered back to my lost love “ you’ve been up there almost three years, please, use your influence and do something”. I felt a gentle caress on my somewhat damp cheek as the rain continued. As always ....

No offense to Forky but in that neighborhood I was actually trying to avoid a big bird sighting. Your right about stumbling, between 10pm and 6am, in a dark apartment, I feel like Gunga Din on multi water calls. As always .....

Julian, I haven’t seen that much grass, wet or dry, since I mistakenly stumbled into Prospect Park. As always .....

That what he gets for proposing NYC UHI effect be part of the next climate change agreement. As always .....

I’ve lived in the neighborhood for 47 years. A consistent cold season snow cover is the very rare ( almost never ) exception to the rule. The slush puddles, enhanced by a generous contribution of City rock salt, have a freeze/thaw life of their own. I agree, no photo can compare to seeing such a magnificent creature in the wild. As always ......