Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Cherry Cherry

In Brooklyn, the flowering trees were in all their blooming glory. Apple, crab apple, cherry, magnolia, and many more not pictured or named here. (Click the images.)

CRAB APPLES ALONG WEST FIFTH STREET.
A CHERRY TREE TUCKED BEHIND A BUILDING.
MORE CRAB APPLES ALONG NEPTUNE AVENUE.
LINING WHAT WAS [DISRESPECTFULLY] KNOWN AS: GRANNY PARK,
SOCIAL SECURITY CIRCLE, MEDICARE LANE... AND ON AND ON AND ON.
MAGNOLIA AND BUILDING REPAIR SCAFFOLDING.
BACK ALONG NEPTUNE AVENUE.
A VIEW FROM THE DOWAGER DUCHESS'S BALCONY
AFTER OVERNIGHT RAINFALL DIMINISHED SOME OF THE GLORY.

The way to move me...

Monday, May 2, 2016

Return To Little Odessa

When you walk along Brighton Beach Avenue in Brooklyn, it's sometimes difficult to remember what part of the world you've wandered into. When my family moved to Brooklyn in the 1960s, nearby Brighton Beach was still a mostly immigrant neighborhood (predominantly Jewish) from Eastern Europe and the Soviet Union (an influx that began before the existence of the Soviet Union). In the '80s, there was another influx of immigrants from the Soviet Union. Brighton Beach became known as "Little Odessa by the Sea."


According to Wikipedia:
"After the fall of the Soviet Union in the '90s, many ethnic Russian criminals illegally entered the United States, coming especially to Brighton Beach." It's "... considered a hot spot for the 'Russian Mafia'," which can make acceptance difficult for the majority of Russian and former-Soviet citizens who have no criminal ties and have simply brought an old neighborhood back to life.

To think Brighton Beach is said to have had its beginnings as land purchased from a Native American tribe around 1645 — for a gun, a blanket, and a kettle. These days, you can get a nice three-bedroom condo for just a couple million guns, blankets, and kettles — but you'll have to pawn them first.

(Click the images to read the Cyrillic.... or to just make the pictures bigger.)










NEIGHBORS TAKE IN THE NOONDAY SUN ON OCEAN PARKWAY.
(AS I PASSED, I HEARD RUSSIAN, ENGLISH, AND YIDDISH.)

Дайте его обратно к индейцам.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Fuhgeddaboudit?

We arrived home from New York (mostly Brooklyn) Thursday afternoon. New York is not my home and hasn't been for a very long time. But it would be impossible to "fuhgeddaboudit" (forget about it) given our love for The Dowager Duchess, The Kid Brother, and a number of other very special people.

ROUGH IS RIGHT!

As for the pace, the competition for space (parking and personal), the noise, the traffic?

Oy! Fuhgeddaboudit!

THE KID BROTHER AND A NATHAN'S HOT DOG.
HE REFUSES TO ENTER THE ANNUAL HOT DOG EATING CONTEST.
ALL HE NEEDS TO DO IS EAT 70 TO BREAK THE RECORD.
THE DOWAGER DUCHESS AND AN ENCYCLOPEDIC DINER MENU.
THE DOWAGER DUCHESS'S PURPLE NAILS.
NOTE THE COORDINATING PURPLISH LIPSTICK IN THE PREVIOUS SHOT.

THE BOARDWALK, CONEY ISLAND. WHO KNEW CHAMPION BRAND
UNDERWEAR IS A BATHING SUIT WHEN WORN INSIDE OUT?!?
I'M REALLY TRYING TO "FUHGEDDABOUDDAT"!

Lots more photos (no more underwear) — and stories — to come.