Brooklyn Pre-Illness Photos

The Great Plotnik took a lot of pictures of Brooklyn before he, Ducknik and Plot's computer got sick. It took the computer three days longer to get better than it did Plot and Duck. But it hadn't had a flu shot.

Above is next door to where the Brooklyn Plotniks live -- the houses are identical, but for some reason the photo of their actual house is blurred. You enter the house from the black door you can make out under the stairs on the right, and walk into the ground floor where the master bedroom, guest bedroom/TV room and the kitchen are, plus the door to the back yard. On the first floor above it you have the living room, bathroom and Isabella's bedroom.

Here is the enormous kitchen. If you don't realize how enormous this kitchen is, you have never lived in New York.



Here is the beautiful living room. Normally, the door behind the sofa on the right would enter into this room, but now it's closed off as the landlord and his family live on the two floors above. They use the stairs in front of the house.




This innocuous photo sums up living in the Big Shmapple -- a sewer repair truck parked in the middle of a busy intersection. The workers only work at rush hour. The Great FiveHead says this truck has been there since they moved in. It's probably FBI.



These two photos of a pastry shop in Carroll Gardens, the old Italian neighborhood on the West side of Brooklyn, is for Cousin Mother Two Names. She has trouble finding her favorite dessert in Saint Plotniko, where Italian restaurants are too cool for the real thing. Not in Brooklyn.





Stores along the Arab section of Atlantic Avenue.



These leaves on a house in Carroll Gardens have probably blown off by now. By the way, the 'gardens' part of Carroll Gardens are what you see in front of these houses, where the houses are set back to allow room for a few trees and flowering plants.



And finally, another BRIDGE PICTURE! Plot and Duck have photos crossing bridges all over the world. This one might be a bit prosaic -- it's the Gowanus Canal, where generations of bodies with cement attached to their feet have met their final reckoning. You've got to love the sign above the canal.