|THE OLD BROOM BITES THE DUST.|
The Dowager Duchess poked her head outside to check progress (I had sent her inside earlier because of the dirt and dust). I asked her if she had another broom. She did, and retrieved it from the kitchen. When she handed it to me, she said, "Don't worry if this one breaks. I bought it from the Fuller Brush man when we moved to Van Siclen Avenue," (years before I was born).
|THE REPLACEMENT BROOM... A RELIC.|
It seems I had broken the new broom. After 63 years, he handle of the Van Siclen Avenue broom has turned to petrified wood. It didn't snap during use and is now back in the broom closet... for another 63 years.
|SOME OF THE VIEWS FROM THE NEWLY CLEAN BALCONY.|
|YOU CAN'T SEE THE NEW YORK SKYLINE FROM THIS SIDE OF THE BUILDING.|
BUT THEN YOU CAN'T SEE THE OCEAN FROM THE OTHER SIDE.
|ACROSS THE STREET.|