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Drip, drip, drip. I was trying to catch a drop just as it fell off the icicle. This was the best my patience would allow me do. Plus I was out for a walk in the middle of the afternoon at work.
Unrelated: In case you have ever wondered, here's what the White Castle headquarters in Columbus, Ohio looks like.
Our phone number until we moved when I was eleven was LT9-6580.
Back in the olden days, when I lived in Ohio, there was a couple of months where I was distracted and, thus, more absent-minded than usual. I was running low on dish soap so I made sure to buy some on my next trip to the grocery store. One money saving tip I learned during that first Bush recession was to buy larger sizes, as the unit price is usually lower. That often wasn't the case at Kroger's, which I suspect countered the money saving tip by raising the unit price on large sizes. In the case of Palmolive, the largest size was the least expensive per ounce.
The next time I was in the cleaner aisle at the grocery store I "remembered" that I needed to get dish soap. I was surprised when I got home and put the new large bottle of Palmolive under the sink. A couple months later I had at least a half-dozen large bottles of dish soap under the sink. I wouldn't buy it every time I went shopping, but some days it would be on my list and other days it would be an impulse purchase. It was several years before I had to buy more.
When my father was visiting this past Christmas I realized I was almost out of shaving cream. I live above a drug store so I just went downstairs and bought a can. This evening, six weeks later, I saw that there already was a new container in the medicine cabinet. The original shaving cream hasn't run out either.
I had company while climbing the Morningside Park steps yesterday. For one flight of stairs I was only 4-5 feet from a wild turkey. That's enough excitement for one morning, but then I realized that the turkey next to me is not park resident Hedda Gobbler. This turkey was much younger looking and without wattle. Could there be two turkeys in the park? I didn't have my camera with me so you'll have to pretend this plant in the Central Park conservatory garden is a turkey.
Devoid of ideas this evening, so here's a nearly empty N train.
It's Abe Lincoln's birthday today. He's turning 199 so wish him well if you see him. He may not be able to see you as his eyes have been vandalized. This sculpture by Charles Keck was made in 1948. The Abraham Lincoln Association has Lincoln's collected works available for your perusing.
In a quirk of history, today is also Darwin Day. Charles Darwin was born on the same day as Lincoln. I don't have a picture of Darwin, but you can read everything he ever wrote at Darwin Online. The Voyage of the Beagle and The Origin of Species are great reads.
Both Abe and Chuck are having bicentennial celebrations next year.
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I hadn't made pizza in a long time. This one turned out good. Just portabello mushrooms, fresh mozzarella, romano, garlic and crushed canned tomatoes
Let's try this one again!
The John T. Brush Stairway runs through Highbridge Park from the top of Coogan's Bluff at Edgecombe Ave. down to the Harlem River Drive below at about 158th Street. The stairway is closed off now, as it is in disrepair, but for the first half of the 20th century it served to carry people down to the Polo Grounds, home to the baseball and football New York Giants as well as the original home of the New York Mets. The original home of the baseball Giants, 111th Street between 5th and 6th Avenues, is close to where I live.
John T. Brush owned the Giants from 1890 until he died in 1912. The original Polo Grounds at this location was a wooden structure that burned down on April14th, 1911. Brush rebuilt the stadium in concrete and steel in time for the Giants to play the Athletics in the 1911 World Series. Incredibly, the new stadium was sufficiently completed that it opened on June 28th. The stairway is the last remaining part of the stadium.
I discovered it years ago on my first bike ride to work after moving into the city. I had taken the wrong turn and, being the stubborn sort, found it more acceptable to climb up the stairs than to backtrack. Having to toss your bicycle over a fence is not the greatest feeling in the world.
An Indian-American, a German-American and a Canadian go into a bar. One of them had enough beer to make coherent blogging difficult. Instead he scrolled through his image directory and found a picture he took of a mural in San Francisco. The End.
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