(Originally
published 12/19/17)
It is
Christmas in New York again. Wow, it seems like only yesterday that I visited
the environs of Times Square after the New Year's Eve hoopla. A sign in a local
eatery read: "We are closed for Happy New Year." In retrospect, I
would classify that sentiment as wishful thinking.
I pass by
this sign in a local bodega's window quite often. It has never once made my
mouth water. For some strange reason, though, it always makes me think of the Burgermeister
Meisterburger.
Nearby
building's holiday decor did not survive a night. Time to replace the board.
Bought my
tree here. On the pricey side this year.
The
squirrels in these parts have obesity issues.
Once upon
a time, watching nighttime snowfall with the aid of a streetlight was exciting.
Not so much anymore.
Old meets
newer meets new. And the winner: Old!
Read a
news account of a Manhattan tree seller asking for over two hundred dollars for
a seven-footer. He complained that business was down this year. I wonder why?
Before
political correctness took hold, I would have said this photo was taken in the
Bum Park North. But in the interest of PC, I will not.
Snow
remnants always remind me of Frosty in the greenhouse. "Happy
Birthday!"
Snow on
subway tracks translates into lots of blue sparks. Very Christmassy.
These
frozen pizzas always look good but rarely taste good.
Gave proof
through the night that our flag at Stew Leonard's Christmas Shop was still
there.
"The
Bronx is up, but the Battery's down."
My
preferred kind of snowflake nowadays.
For the
Three Wise Men, it is New Jersey or bust. Oh, little town of Fort Lee...how
congested we see thee lie.
But they
will be a little late...bridge traffic. Hope it is not another traffic study.
Madison
Avenue once sold snowflakes to Eskimos.
Henry
Hudson Parkway...George Washington Bridge...say it is not so...two dead white
guys...
If you
believe in yesterday, do not bother calling.
(Photos
from the personal collection of Nicholas Nigro)
