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?