A bit of fancy ironwork (perhaps a heater grate?) that caught my eye in Beca’s apartment’s foyer area. Old Brooklyn brownstones apparently have extremely interesting details when it comes to such things, including the banisters and front inner doors and heater grates! I think I could take pictures there forever and never get my fill.
I didn’t get a photo of them, but I also noticed an inordinate number of fishing rods and reels clumped in a corner next to this grate. I assume the family living upstairs really enjoy going fishing, but I hope they aren’t doing it in the immediate Hudson River area. I am not sure that would be a good idea since I know of at least one hazardous waste-affected area somewhere along the river, but guess it depends on where along the river they might fish.
If you read this post from my mom’s blog, you now understand me so much more. Also, she is not the first person to comment on the remarkable number of fishing poles the upstairs neighbors store in the building.
Remember, guys: It’s Mother’s (Mothers’?) Day! Here’s mine. She is way cooler than I’ll ever be, and a far better writer. To run the risk of sounding corny (look away now), but it’s a pretty amazing thing when you reach a point of adulthood when your mom is more your friend than your mom. This past visit really solidified that for me.
GO CALL YOUR MOM.
EDIT: This is tomorrow. Um. Advance notice… You’re welcome.
Might just skip the dress this time so as to keep warm and be more mobile (especially when in any remotely ‘rapey’ area where that might be wise). We can try to spiff up on some future visit.my mom, via email
Sushi sounds good. I don’t think I’ve ever had sake, but unlimited is always a bonus, so I am game.
Just being in New York City also pretty much wows me.my mom (who visits Friday!), via email
