Don't get me started on the Virgin Mary stain. I drove through the underpass with Chicago's miracle rust last Saturday. There was a big group of people, a bunch of bouquets lined up against the wall, someone speaking, and TV cameras. I assumed someone had been hit by a car and it was a memorial of some sort. It wasn't until I got closer and could see the tacked up poster of Mary that the stain purported to look like that I figured out what it was.
So five hundred years ago God inspired painters like Raphael to produce magnificent images of the Madonna and now he's stuck with relying on the fact that the government's too cheap to replace or repair rusty old El tracks and a crumbling cement edifice? Okay. I'll try to keep that in mind before I pray for anything too complicated.
That sound you heard coming from Greenpoint was the agony of the flashback to 1997 when I first reached W 4th and W 10th.
I've not yet recovered.
People still do that acoustical thing in front of the Oyster Bar?
I just realized how New Englander I am. I really didnt get that.
I bought a t-shirt and all I got was this t-shirt.