Ink Lake

Spring In Forest Hills

RIP Ed Koch

Operation Santa Claus

 

For a few years now, me and a friend have been participating in Operation Santa Claus at the Farley Post Office. Letters that kids have written to Santa addressed to the North Pole are gathered there.  and you can go through the letters, and work to fulfill the requests.

It’s run by USPS volunteers, and I’m always gratified to see people going through stacks of letters, and then dropping off parcels. To protect the privacy of the kids, their full names are redacted. The packages get mailed to a code number, with a special “North Pole” zip code (yup, you have to pay for postage).

The video is from last year – a participant with a flair for artwork. (I’m told that wrapping the presents is a waste, as since the packages are coming from strangers, the parents always open them).

You Can Go Home Again

This is taken from the upcoming and final issue of Amazing Spider-Man (#700 - out next month).

It’s interesting that it actually looks not too differerent from the real Ingram Street. In the original comics, I recall Forest Hills being drawn fairly accurately..(tall trees, Tudor houses, leafy). Then after the 2002 movie, in which Parker was portrayed as coming from a decidedly much more blue-collar Archie Bunker-type neighborhood (more Hauser Street than Ingram).. the comics changed to reflect the film.

Now it’s back to a little bit of reality (except for the crowds).

Et in Arcadia, ego.

Hurricane Lemonade

The hurricane sucked, but from the dog’s point-of-view, it was like that scene in the Simpsons’ when it rained donuts.

Last Night

Walking The Dog On Hurricane Morning

 
Pierrepont Playground

The X Files — IND Division

via Gothamist

With Gothamist's report of subway cars mysteriously butchered and sitting in a desert, it brought to mind the opening scene from Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

 

My Local Hero

Love the last shot! (the cameos are cool, too).

I love my city, I love Forest Hills, I love Joey Ramone.

Roll on my back and pump legs furiouslyl happiness.

From My Living Room Window