July 8, 2011
As I wrote yesterday, my family’s in town for my niece Casie’s wedding in Brooklyn this Saturday. I have a long weekend off from work and here’s a few snapshots of my travelings to Brooklyn.
And we're off, we're taking the R train to Bay Ridge, Brooklyn.
Looks like it rained today. I missed it, that's what happens when you sleep until three in the afternoon. But to my credit, I was up drinking beer and watching movies until six in the morning after my horrible night of work.
Bongo drums in Union Square Park.
Oh my god, check it out...
Someone actually reading a book and not texting or yammering away on a cell phone. Amazing!
And it's down into the bowels of the subway we go. It'll be nice to get out of this brightness.
Geez, look at the crowd. This is why I hate traveling around in "normal people hours."
At least there's not a long wait, here's the train. All aboard!
The car is crowded, but I managed to snag a seat.
Check out the Justin Bieber look-a-like. Do you know I've never heard a Justin Bieber song? And I may just keep it that way.
This guy's hypnotized by his cell phone.
So's this guy. Zombie meet Zombie. Ugh.
And through the magic of the internet you're spared a 47 minute ride to Bay Ridge watching people stare at cell phones and other texting devices.
And here's my mom and dad and my brother Tom, who's the father of the bride. Later we met my sister Terry, my brother-in-law Phil and Greg and Mary Beth, my nephew and niece. But I didn't bring my camera, so you'll have to take my word for it. You'll be seeing pictures of them in the next few days.
I took a car service back to Manhattan.
A shot of the Manhattan skyline as I head homeward bound. Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.
New York Memories
I mentioned in yesterday’s post that today was my 18th anniversary of moving to New York and for the next couple of days while documenting my nieces upcoming wedding in Brooklyn, I thought I’d write some New York memories of when I first moved out here.
At the time I decided to move to New York, it was kind of a crazy thing to do. I found out I could cash in my pension plan from my job I had worked in Peoria, Illinois for 13 years and get over twenty thousand bucks which would help me get to New York City and live on freelance writing fees until I found a full time writing gig or a night time job. So I decided to say, “Fuck it,” and I cashed out my retirement fund and moved out here. The first persons I told of this madcap plan were my parents.
I was afraid they would think I was nuts and wanted to break the news to them first. I remember having dinner with them on a Wednesday evening, don’t ask me why I remember that it was a Wednesday, I just do, I’m weird that way. After dinner I told them I had cashed in my pension plan and was going to move to New York City and try to find a place for myself as a writer. After a brief pause my mom said, “Well if you don’t do it now, you may regret it years later.” My dad chimed in with, “And if things don’t work out, you can always move back here and start all over.” I have the coolest parents in the world and I always wonder why an asshole like me got lucky enough to have them. Thanks, Mom and Dad. You’re the best parents ever. It was nice to hang out with them in Brooklyn. More pictures tomorrow.
Further reading: Wikipedia, About.com, and Family In New York.
You might also like: Charlie Brown, Murphy Brown and The Half Empty Glass.
Four Online Articles About Brooklyn Decker
IMDb
Heavy
Huffington Post
Business Insider
As I stood by my window,
And looked out on those,
Brooklyn roads.
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