I finally took some more pictures of Arthur Wood's Broken
Angel, the weird building around the corner from my house.
I still don't know much about it, except that from the looks
of it, it is constantly being altered, mostly at the top.
Although I've never seen anyone up there working, things move
around, bits are added or removed. There used to be some small
windmills up there, but I don't think they're up there anymore.
Note the absolutely normal houses next door
The wooden scaffolding looks out of place; perhaps it precipitates
a larger renovation
Looking down at the base of the house, its real tenants reveal
This explains where all the kittens have been coming from
Part Deux: NoBeQ ("no-beek," north
of BQE; yes, I'm that clever)
It's ugly and sometimes sort of spooky, but the area north
of the BQE in my neighborhood is fascinating to me. It's like
a little Red Hook, in that the highway completely severs it
from the rest of the city. Of course, with the Navy Yard nonfunctioning
for the past 40 years, whatever community used to exist there
is all but extinct. There are still people there of course,
and in fact I'm beginning to think this may be the last affordable
area in this zip code to buy property. Of course nobody even
bothers to speak about gentrification waving its magic wand.
Not yet anyway. Weren't they supposed to build a big movie
studio up there, that would draw thousands and turn its shabby
little shacks into multimillion dollar "bungalows?"
The Navy Yard Lounge
Strange, it's not listed on CitySearch
Somebody fix these peeling signs!
I headed west to the bridges but wound my way through some
little streets I never heard of before. At the corner of Little
(literally a 'little' street) and Evans, I found a big fancy
house with a gate and a fleet of classic cars in the driveway.
This is all next to the power lines and smoke stacks of the
north shore of Brooklyn. What's up with that?
Where the hell am I?
Shoot, you can't see all the cars, but whose house is this?
Heading back to my neighborhood, I finally figured out what
the huge red building is near my house: a nunnery! Well, a
Jeez, it's been there since 1862. I didn't even know we still