I drove down to New York, New York yesterday to help Grady move from the lowest point of Manhattan to an incredible Polish neighborhood in Brooklyn. I'll let her tell you about the neighborhood as she gets out and explores but I can say it is very different from the lowest point of Manhattan.
The GPS I was using (relying on) crapped the bed at a point just north of the city which was really not nice at all. I mean I was perfectly capable of getting to a point just north of the city. It's the damn city I need directions for. As in, I believe I missed my turn. As in, I don't think the George Washington Bridge is the same thing as the Holland Tunnel. The good thing about the lowest point of Manhattan is it is relatively easy to find. Go south old man. Until you can go no further without a Staten Island Ferry ticket.
We got Grandpa Jim's pickup loaded and headed for Brooklyn. After paying $44 for a half hour of parking. The good thing about the new neighborhood; there is no charge for parking. The flip side of this of course; there is no parking. Anywhere. Except in front of fire hydrants. Quick unload the truck. Haul the boxes and bed down the sidewalk to 139 Calyer Street, which is a very cute 2 story (with a basement, where Grady lives) brick building. Note to Grady. Next time use packing tape to seal the bottom of the boxes so your undies don't end up all over the sidewalk in front of 139 Calyer Street.
After depositing the worldly possessions inside we took a quick walk about to find a place to eat. Not speaking or reading Polish we had a hard time deciding where to eat. The first restaurant we walked in looked okay but the only thing on the menu I recognized was borscht and sprigowkgrthsidiotsky and I was in no mood for beets. So we ended up getting a slice of pizza and an eggplant calzone. Wonderful to see the Poles and the Italians getting along.
Good by Gradsie! Have fun. Be sure to come home in December. Or before if you want. But have fun.
Leaving the city should be easy. Go north old man. Mapquest had me following signs for LaGuardia Airport which just didn't seem right but was. And looking for the Triboro Bridge which seemed right but wasn't. Note to Mapquest. The Triboro Bridge has been renamed the Robert F Kennedy Bridge. And I don't know who Major Deegan is but he owns a great highway that goes north and gets you out of the city and onto the New York Thruway and eventually back to Vermont.
Love you all. Peace. Peter
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