“Why, hello there. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”
Daylight, that is. After I get home from work. For months, it’s been pitch black when I step out of the subway. Monday evening was the first time since I-don’t-even-remember that I saw daylight.
After clocks spring forward this Sunday (March 14), we’ll all be seeing a lot more of this in the evening.
All photos: Brian Hedden
Some pictures around Bensonhurst on Friday morning, after the snow storm. (All photos: Brian Hedden.)
More: Coney Island, Bay Ridge (here, here, and here), Gerritsen Beach, and Sunset Park.
This N-train station at 18th Avenue is going to need a little more than a fresh coat of paint to cure what ails it.
There is little that can be said about the January 30th blaze under the 86th Street el that hasn’t already been said. Quite simply, the man once thought to be a hero for saving a two-year old from the fire was the man who started it in the first place out of thoughtless, drunken anger. The languages of the world only have so many words for “heartbreaking” and “tragic” – we’re using them all up trying to describe what happened here.
Here’s a part of the story that I think needs a little more attention (from Feet In Two Worlds):
The fire that killed five Guatemalan immigrants last Saturday when it ravaged a building in the Brooklyn immigrant neighborhood of Bensonhurst has laid bare many of the features of the life of the undocumented in the U.S. It has shown what it means to be incapable of going back home, even after the saddest of family tragedies, and also how a deportation does not always mean permanent removal from this country.
Councilman Domenic Recchia has set up a victims fund in conjunction with the Metropolitan Council on Jewish Poverty.
These families lost everything they had. Many of them have only the clothes on their backs, and they need our help. New Yorkers consistently show a charitable spirit when tragedy strikes. We need that charitable spirit right now. I am asking New Yorkers to dig deep into their pockets and help however they can.
Checks should be made out to “Bensonhurst Fire Victims Fund c/o Met Council” and sent to:
Bensonhurst Fire Victims Fund
c/o Metropolitan Council on Jewish Poverty
80 Maiden Lane
New York, NY 10038
A New York rainstorm is to umbrellas
What a light dusting of snow in Maryland is to cars
I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but the sewer underneath the corner of 17th Avenue and 65th Street smells just absolutely awful.
I mean. Damn.
(All photos: Brian Hedden)
Lots of photos of the storm that dropped 11 inches of snow on NYC this weekend below the fold. Enjoy!
(All photos: Brian Hedden)
Down 17th and 18th Avenues, from 60th Street to 84th Street, I’ve only been able to find one tree stand. Unlucky for me, it closes at 6pm on weekdays, and I didn’t find this out until 7pm on Monday night.
I don’t think it’s worth venturing further north than 60th – something tells me the Orthodox Jews of Borough Park are not going to have a target-rich environment as far as Christmas trees are concerned. I wonder if I had bothered to poke my head down to 86th Street if I would have struck pay dirt, but I was already many blocks from home.
No biggie – at least I came across this row of houses on 84th Street at 18th Avenue.
A gentle reminder that there are not many tree-shopping days left this holiday season.
I really like the way this photo turned out.
A couple more shots from Santa’s 82nd Street Workshop.
(photo credit: Brian Hedden)
My corner of Bensonhurst doesn’t get all gussied up for Christmas quite the way Dyker Heights or Mill Basin does… but every now and again, this is what you see.
The $3 bagel-and-sausage sandwiches (coffee included) at Dale Bagels are not only good, are not only a good bargain, but they also heal people. Last Wednesday was shaping up to be a sick day for me – I had a sore throat, congestion, and slept in the neighborhood of a whole hour the night before. Yet after one of the aforementioned sandwiches (sans coffee) I felt not-sick and well-rested.