The Great Plotnik

Monday, May 28, 2012

She's Still the Prettiest


True, the World Trades were taller, but nothing was ever prettier than the Empire State.


These grand old girls on Washington Avenue, around the corner from the Brooklyn K's, are mighty fine too.



 Isabella still thinks Papa's jokes are the best.


Riding the R (air conditioned) and the N (air conditioned) on Memorial Day was a lot cooler than the heat on the streets above ground.






After lunch of blintzes at Veselka's Papa and Bobo had to show Belly Bone their old neighborhood and the house where they lived. That Wiz Kid Management is our old front room window.


The neighborhood doesn't look so hot these days.


Have you ever heard of a worse idea than astroturf basketball?



2 Comments:

At 3:39 PM, Blogger notthatlucas said...

I love the astroturf basketball! And the pictures of Belly - she's so darn cute! And she looks like she's doing fine with the two of you feeding her blintzes.

 
At 6:51 PM, Blogger mary ann said...

Your g.dot is truly a beauty and I'm shocked that she doesn't find every joke of yours funny. What the? Your old nabe just needs a touch of SF's
gentrification.

 

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