If you haven’t read New Dawn by Robert Penn Warren, today’s a good day to do so. Unfortunately, copywrote, so you’ll have to buy a book or be a New Yorker subscriber so that you can read it on the web.
Okay, so I’ll try to get back in the rhythm of posting buildings and such.
I’ve been working on and off for Trinity Church, at the intersection of Wall Street and Broadway. This was the episcopal church in NYC in the 18th century, so it is not a big surprise that there are some fairly big names buried in the yard. For example, Alexander Hamilton [click to engorge grossly]:
I guess he was more of the sex-toy of his country than the father of his country.
Some nice pix of the subway from the era when I was taking the 7 and 6 trains from Flushing to school. Some are a bit staged, but the levels of graffiti and poor lighting are accurate.
Mini__B, like all kids his age, is a walking petri dish. He sleeps through the night just fine except when he’s got a cold, which seems to be half of the time. So both Mrs__B and I have spent any number of nights with him on his bed.
One recent such night, he woke up first and decided to wake me by kissing me on the cheek, rather than his usual two-fists to the belly. My first thought was this cartoon (click to engorge):
If you’re unfamiliar with Krazy Kat, you have my sympathies and my recommendation that you address that failing immediately.