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They have to come out eventually, Unc. Then it will be the Pipers turn at bat. As always .....

Good thought, H2O. Our PINJBCTNY football teams often have neither. As always ....

Great photo and memory. I rode those trains on the R and N lines ( at that time called the 4th avenue local and Sea Beach Express ) in the 50’s and early 60’s. The seats were rattan and the only ventilation was a bladed ceiling fan and a hopeful functioning open window. The breeze was a trade off for the tunnel aromas. I would enjoy standing at the front car window. Today it’s an engineers cabin almost impossible to see the ride ahead. if your ever back in the city and if it ever reopens you should visit the Transit Museum, either in downtown Brooklyn or Grand Central station. The car type in your photo is on exhibit. You can go in, sit, stand and remember. As always .....

I’m in walking distance of the promenade. I was a letter carrier in the neighborhood In 1978 and probably delivered your mail. Sahadis is still there. The Long Island College Hospital is gone, thanks to the proliferation of high cost housing. Both neighborhoods, Heights and Hill are now under landmarks status. I have often enjoyed the promenade. I use it as a power walk alternative to the full Brooklyn Bridge park route. If you ever come back, preferably when the shooting stops, you should see the Brooklyn Bride Park. Very well done for solo or family enjoyment. On a somber note, the sounds of day or night nature are mostly mute. With a block full of Sycamores, oaks, maples, dogwood there is not a cicadas to be heard nor a cricket for that matter. Being old, my nights rest is often interrupted by pit stops. If I’m fortunate and It’s just before pre dawn the birds begin singing. It’s only their sound. They sing alone. It is a kind interruption to the dawn silence. With the first strong rays and the waking of the city the singing stops. As always ...

At dusk Saturday night I observed the first firefly in my postage stamp oasis. It felt so peaceful to just stand and watch. Even though I became a smorgasbord for the mosquito population it was worth it. I viewed at least three of the blinkers. I pray at least two were female. If they are all one gender the postage stamp will be back to hello darkness my old friend. Other than the usual city sounds the postage stamp at night is mute. The sounds of nature are long gone from my inner city locale. As always ....

The way things are going in metro, even if my NYC borough made a successful steal, the evidence would be gone by the next day. As always ....

Unc a quick look shows their family predating us by over 300 million years. When the meek or who/what ever inheirits the earth they will still be here to keep the legatees company. Considering their resistance to radiation, they may be the sole beneficiary. As always ....

Deserved kind words come and go, yet even when their gone your photos will be there. As always .....

Don, for me, your photos breed dreams and make viewing of my postage stamp back yard quite tolerable. As always ...

Well stated. Everything gets a name including winter storms. Pretty soon T storms of varying intensity will be named. Just think of a weather alert announcing “take cover, Chip and Dale” approaching NYC Metro, As always .....

..... as the forecast verified/intensified to biblical proportions they would probably trade places with him. As always ......

Reminds me of the 60’s western with Tippy as Paladin, the Richard Boone role. A slight change to the lyrics and your set to go. Have barometer will travel reads the card of a man. A knight without umbrella in a warming land. I know, I know, I’m old I couldn’t help myself. As always....

Same day multiple threads for different day threats wound be quite a challenge to S19’s post limit. As always ...

Thank you, wxtrix, a little search and I was introduced and entranced by Edith Sitwell. Of her many quotes, of which yours is one. Four others caught my eye: “ I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.“ “ I am patient with stupidity, but not with those who are proud of it” “ Good taste is the worst vice ever invented” “ Poetry is the deification of reality.” some of Ms Sitwell’s quotes can easily be taken to heart,. As always .....

Solar lights just went on in the postage stamp. Rumbles of thunder still sound away off. Stray drops, as if the main deluge is still being kept aloft. “. Hello darkness my old friend” from the Hook/Hill. As always ....

Well said and true. In my case I hope to move up in the list above my felines some day. As always .....

The way we are headed atmospherically, JS, the future is yours. As always .....

Not done yet. Imagine a winter storm with the rain changing to snow line moving from the southeast to the northwest, starting in the ocean. Im not even sure if that’s possible than again 104 in the land of the midnight sun .... As always....

I was out, G.L., hoping I’d make it to my first cup of coffee. Beautiful morning even bu UHI inner city standards. As always ....

I wonder what would happen if it was spiked with miralax. As always .....

Bless you, Mrs J, another work of art. As always....

Julian, 140 or so years ago when the postage stamp came into existence, the water source for the house was a well. At the back of the stamp was a small house over another well that was there for deposits only. At that time ‘Brook’ lyn still had them free flowing. If you walked a few hundred feet beyond the block of the new row houses you could probably still see deer and the antelope playing. Today with indoor plumbing and Tap water. I am left with a postage stamp that is a home to horny squirrels or as I lovingly call them bushy tailed tree rats, a family of raccoons who got into and trashed the third floor apartment. Incidentally I believe they’re seeking reparations because the diseased oak they used to den in, I had taken down last year. Then there are the felines, both outside and in who are above it all and feel their entitled anyway. That leaves me which is probably good enough justification for all I’ve just described. Stay well (sorry for the pun) Julian, it could be worse. As always....

Yesterday, I thought it was finally raining on the postage stamp. Instead it was the damn A/C, on the floor above me, having a pissing fit. As always .....

Sadly so, even in the rain, always, as always .......