Thursday, May 27, 2010
as I began to snap pics of this classic fountain in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, the charming lady who ran the place for 40 years came out, and invited me in. She said they had been closed for a year. Her husband had died, then the health board noticed that she didn't have air conditioning, and in came the flies. Too bad. As you can see, the place is spotless, like it was closed just yesterday. She made my day.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
10 bucks a night buys you a towel, a closet to sleep in, and plenty of sad men to slap yer back...."Residents sit hunched over cans of soda or cups of coffee, eyes closed or staring, lost in silence. A man in a wheelchair whose left leg ends in a stump below the knee can often be found there, listening to music on earphones. After a time, he laboriously wheels himself across the lobby, through another door and down the hall toward his room." New York Times