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The bums of New York City were tossed out by former Mayor Giuliani, and can now be found in Newark’s Penn Station (that’s where old New York went). Nowadays, the only bums that can be found on the streets of NYC are the kin of yuppies, and the kin of kin of yuppies, by way of graffiti.
“F&ck the state!” sounds a lot like something a Wall Street megalomaniac would say when discussing his or her civic duty to pay taxes.
We aren’t sure if the cranes are in Bayonne or Newark, but they make for one heck of a setting for a sunset.
That’s a shot from Brooklyn Heights.
We’ve been enjoying taking in and photographing sunsets of late.
This shot almost seems tropical, aside from knowing that the photo was taken from Brooklyn, NY, that the airplane just took off from Newark, NJ and that the trees along the hill below are on Staten Island, NY.
There’s something about the nasty fumes that rise up from Staten Island and New Jersey that allow from one heck of an awesome sunset most nights.
And watching planes take off from Newark makes it all seem as though it is a real life version of a Bob Ross painting.
Last night we were one of the many fools stuck at Newark Penn Station due to the entire Northeast Corridor of Amtrak being knocked offline. After four hours of “delays” on the line the police department finally took over public address system and announced that there was no train service anywhere from the station and that buses were the only option to get anywhere.
What they didn’t say was that only one bus per hour to NYC was the real option and that thousands of people were waiting for said once an hour bus with threats of arrest by the police for not being on the overflowing sidewalk. After a ride from Fiancee’s folks to TImes Square (thank you again so much!) and riding the subway sloooowly back to Brooklyn, our journey was about four or five hours long.
Upon getting to Brooklyn we found that people are still under the belief that it is good to open an umbrella in a wind storm.
This morning we strolled over to the cupcake shop and found this poor tree was ripped in half.
Despite it being obvious that the winds were no match for TREES, people still had their umbrellas open in this wind.
It’s good to know that the damage a nor’easter can do cannot harm the wit of a fool.