We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Took the BD daughter with her special friend to birthday brunch near her new place in Hell's Kitchen. We brought her cookies from Verona, and she brought us condiments from Tokyo from which she had just returned.
It's not hell anymore. Hopping neighborhood. We went to 44X10 (corner of 10th Ave. and W. 44th). Did Alicia Keys really grow up there?
The wait staff wore t-shirts saying "Heaven in Hell." Rule of thumb: Always make reservations.
I can remember when this area was Irish and black gangland, creepy. When you see this many gay fellows, you know it is gentrifying. I had scrambled eggs, grits, and sausages. The others had better stuff: Eggs Benedict with Crab Cakes, etc.
I think I might once have attempted to compare Bird Dog to the SGT. in that HBO series about WW11.
I will do it again because this post and picture is appreciated so much.
Awkward yes, in a way that mentioning it is concerting ... no.
My wife and I developed a rule for investing and real estate. We've seen a trend occur several times, and your comment about "gay fellows" reminded me.
When I moved into Hoboken in 1985, it was pretty run down, but the artsy folk from the Village had started showing up there due to the low rents. The gay population in the Village had begun to grow dramatically.
Then Hoboken began having a larger gay population, and the artsy folk moved to Jersey City. While Jersey City has not yet had the gentrification that the Village or Hoboken has had, relatively, the gay population there seems to move up and down, depending on the economic climes.
We noticed this trend of artsy, hippy-type folk being replaced by gay people in Ocracoke, NC as well. The minute the rainbow flags started showing up on Ocracoke, the improvements began in earnest.
Sure, it's a stereotype, but we keep an eye out for art folk colonies now. The minute we see gay people moving in, we look to invest (when we have the cash).
Around here, there aren't many places left to look for it, though.