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Okay, first and foremost this post has a really disgusting photo in it, which is why you will need to click the read more thing to actually read it – I’m trying to protect those innocent virgin eyes of yours…
Despite this disgusting photo, I actually have a question about it, so for those of you who are brave enough to see it, just remember that it is seriously disgusting, and if you clicked continue reading YOU wanted to see it.
I was down by the Ikea of Red Hook this past weekend and found this cool visual…
A topless male sunbather perched out over the railing, sprawled out on beach chair positioned on an old wall that has halfway fallen into the river.
It looked to be the best place to get your tan on in the city.
Yesterday evening when I got up out of the subway in Bay Ridge I found this, and it kind of looks like it might be a Banksy…
If you haven’t a clue as to what you’re looking at, that’s two school age boys pledging allegiance to the closed circuit television camera with the incorrect hand to show how wrong the current state of things are.
In any event, at the very least it definitely kind of sort of looks Banksy-esque, don’t you think?
And for you urban explorers out there, this piece of art is on the corner of 93rd Street and 4th Avenue, at the end of the R line in Brooklyn.
And yes, it’s absolutely at the first stop of the Bay Ridge Gore Tour.
Either newspapers don’t have most of their gory articles up online or Google is definitely one odd beast to figure out when it comes to searching for the actual stories of yesteryear.
In any event, this here is a photo of the connection from the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge to the Gowanus. The lanes to the left of the barricade are for western bound traffic to Manhattan, while the lane to the right is part of the eastern approach to the bridge.
It was right about here that an awful, awful accident took place in 1994, or perhaps 1995.
Here’s what I recall about it…
On the westbound side of traffic right around the spot of the orange cones, a passenger commuter van was moving along bringing a van full of people to their jobs.
Out of the blue, and in the freakiest of accidents, a car traveling eastbound towards the bridge got into an accident, went airborne, jumped the barrier and landed on top of the commuter van that had been traveling in the opposite direction!
Needless to say, and it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to figure this one out – multiple people met their fatal demise by way of flying car crashing onto moving commuter van.
I remember the S53 that I was taking to high school that day being EXTREMELY late since it was near impossible for the buses to cross the bridge while the accident scene was being rescued, and then investigated.
These sets of flowers are on the nearest light pole on the shoulder of the westbound lanes, and is the only brief glimpse of the gory accident that Google knows nothing of.
For some odd reason pigeons don’t usually seem to mind my presence and decide to not fly away as I pass; then there was this flock of pigeons that took me as their leader.
I was walking a paved hill from a park. The pigeons took notice of me walking towards them and all flew down to me some 100 feet away down the hill.
I thought that that alone was a little odd, and then when I was about near where the flock originally was, I watched the zips of all of these pigeons fly past me only to land a couple of feet away.
They then proceeded to bow down before me – I am apparently and now reluctantly their leader.
