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Last weekend, Anne and I had a Zoom meeting with the kids. We wanted to pin down their itineraries, for traveling to the cabin this summer. That bit of business finished, we started to share our news. I recounted the goings on here at the cabin, as written in this blog. Maren and Britt shared their respective work-related successes and new opportunities. Dan’s news is the subject of this post. It involved goings on around his and Britt’s apartment, in Bushwick. Around the 4th of July someone blew up their trash can, which was around the back of the building. So, they did not see it happen, but heard the very loud explosion. The trash can was blown apart. The other sketchy thing that occurred involved the corner gas station. This was at a different time than the trash can explosion. Not sure what triggered this event, but the gas station’s fire suppression system was set off. This fire suppression system is a halon-based system. Looking down from their fifth-floor viewpoint, the spreading halon gas can be seen low to the ground, creeping out away from the station. I wouldn’t want to be the man pictured in the middle of it all.
Radio City Music Hall
1954 Pontiac Star Chief
Dan texted us, “Home safe, car is unloaded [two drones, two 40K armies (Dan’s and Dave’s, which Dave forgot), two roller bags, plus numerous other stuff and five flights of stairs], showered [five flights of stairs with many reptations], and headed to bed.” It was 4:30 AM in NYC when he sent the text after having driven straight through from Saint Louis to NYC in less than sixteen hours. Britt doesn’t drive, so, it was all Dan behind the wheel. Speaking of NYC that scandal sheet rag the New York Post reported that a 90 Day Fiancé star, Stephanie Matto, had to retire from selling her farts after a heart attack scare. Talk about a hatal fart attack. She had been grossing, in more than one way, more than $50K a week bottling her own brand of Pepé Le Pew’s scent.
I woke up to Dan’s text and a bit of sinus stuff. Omicron? Maybe. NPR was saying this morning that most vaccinated people, if they experience any symptoms of Omicron at all, it is most often as a head cold. Testing? Not a chance. All of the testing sites are so slammed that fake testing sites are now springing up around here. I’m not sure how this scam is supposed to work, since the tests are supposed to be free, but I’m sure that the scammers have figured out some angle. Today, the county has reinstituted a mask mandate. Our lovely Repugnant state AG vows to overturn this one like he did the last. In the meantime, Schnucks had signs up on all the doors announcing that masks are required in their stores. All of the area’s ICU beds are full, wait one bed just opened up at St. Mary’s. You know what that means, every time a bell rings an anti-vaxxer gets his wings. We are supposed to get snow tonight, less than an inch, not quite a blizzard, just enough to have to sweep the front walk.
Dan sent us this photo of Britt and him with their new longboards. Dan bought them in honor of Britt’s birthday this week. Human powered they circumvent NYC’s prohibitive rules on e-transport (e-bikes, e-scooters, e-monowheels, e-skateboards) and provide a solution to the last mile problem, making these two super pedestrians. Safety is an issue. They have helmets, but they are currently packed for their move. Most accidents occur while first starting out. For this first outing they practiced on a quiet neighborhood street. I want to tell them watch-a-watch-a-watch-a. I hope that they survive.
5 Flights Up
Earlier this week, I had republished a photo of one of the stainless-steel eagles that adorn the Chrysler Building. Coincidently, Dan texted us the above photo that shows the view from his and Britt’s new East Williamsburg apartment. It sits atop a five-floor walkup, the penthouse sort-of-speak, in a building without any taller neighbors nearby. In the picture you can see the Chrysler Building sticking up in the distance. In 1930, at over a thousand feet, it was the tallest building in the world, but by 1931 that title transferred to the Empire State Building. The much taller building in the photograph is One Vanderbilt (1400’), which only opened last fall. I bet its owners are scrambling to fill the place. Dan and Britt are going to take the month of April to move into their new place and hire movers to haul the heavy stuff up those five flights of stairs.
In their new accommodations I am reminded of a movie that I once watched called 5 Flights Up, now on Netflix. Starring Diane Keaton and Morgan Freeman as an elderly Brooklyn couple, who are some 40 years into a loving and happy marriage. The movie’s premise it that they have decided that they are getting too old to climb those stairs. This decision plunges this couple into the dog-eat-dog world of NYC real estate, with its cast of annoying characters. In the end they decide they’re not too old yet and do not sell their apartment after all, which pisses everyone else off, but at least they’re happy.