
Nothing profound, just a half block away. Thankfully missed the parked cars…


Nothing profound, just a half block away. Thankfully missed the parked cars…

I retired at the end of last year, but we had a lease on my WeWork office until the end of April. So I finally cleaned it out.
I spent over ten years in a Brooklyn WeWork somewhere (Dumbo and Brooklyn Heights). WeWork served me very well, all jokes about the original founder aside.
The last one even had a decent view…

I am the proud owner of this:

Much to my wife’s relief, I did not get the one formally owned by Max Schlossberg for a mere 32k.
Our daughter was back from school for the weekend and has wanted to see Hamilton forever. So I got tickets for a father/daughter outing.
I was wondering what the talent level drop would be from the original cast, but it was still excellent. The current Washington, in particular, was tremendous (One Last Time, being my favorite song from the show).
A really fun night…

Decent seats, too.

Can be quite pretty…

The NY Times has this small weekly column called Metropolitan Diary. People write in funny/touching stories about the city and the most interesting get published.
They posted the “best of 2024” list today, voted on by readers. Click the link to read them all, but this was the winner:
Dear Diary:
I was in the habit of taking walks in Carl Schurz Park on early summer mornings, when the sun cast a lovely orange glow over the quiet East River esplanade.
My walk was identical every day. What also became routine was seeing the same older man sitting on the same bench each morning. He held a flat tweed cap in his hands, always gazing wistfully out onto the water.
One morning, I decided to talk to him.
“Hello,” I said, approaching the bench where he was sitting.
He looked up.
“How do you do?” he said.
“I don’t mean to bother you, but I see you here every day,” I said.
“Is that right?” he said.
“And if you don’t mind me asking, I was curious why you sat on this same bench?”
He turned away with a deep sigh.
“My wife and I used to sit on this bench together for 51 years,” he said.
“Oh,” I said, feeling badly. “I’m sorry.”
“And for some bizarre reason she likes to sit over there now,” he said, gesturing toward a woman 20 feet to the left of us.

I was at an indoor beach volleyball venue where my daughter was playing, and in the men’s bathroom above the toilet I saw this:

Hilarious.
NYC hasn’t had rain in about 6 weeks. It’s been gorgeous, but now it’s getting dangerous.
Brooklyn smells like smoke today, but not because of that fire. A big wildfire in New Jersey is blowing smoke our way.
We need some rain…