Archive for August 2007

Wandering Park Slope

August 19, 2007

My Saturday wanderings started with a very popular and prosperous part of Brooklyn:  Park Slope.

If you’re financially sound and new to NYC:  Park Slope calls.  And a lot of people are hearing that call.  There are definite reasons for that.  It’s a nice area with beautiful buildings and a magnificent, terrific, wonderful, beautiful park right next to it:  Prospect Park.  I’ll be posting separately on that.

Okay, for those people who don’t know Brooklyn:  Park Slope is probably just a couple of miles east of Manhattan’s Financial District (that’s at the southern tip of Manhattan).  It is easily within reach of Manhattan because of a bunch of subways plus the Brooklyn Bridge.  It’s a bit north of Coney Island, but it is so far from Coney Island, in a cultural sense, that they practically aren’t on the same planet.

Park Slope is the home of a lot of artists and performers, as well as oodles of the non-hoi polloi (I love getting technical).  The prices range from sub-Manhattan to Manhattan equal.  The sub-Manhattan prices are in places that call themselves “Park Slope”, but don’t quite share the same zip code(s).  The area is quite hilly (that’s the “slope” part) and apparently lays claim to being the area of the story “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”.  Well, there are lots of trees in this part of Brooklyn.

Park Slope trees 1

Park Slope trees 2

The area has a lot of brownstones and rowhouses and the like.  Here are some on 7th Avenue, which seems to be a main commercial drag in Park Slope.

Park Slope buildings on 7th Ave

And a few more.

Park Slope buildings

The thing I love to point out (this is my jealous side) is to look at the window air conditioners.  The buildings are old, magnificent, often expensively remodeled, and incapable of handling central air conditioning.  You see it all over Manhattan, too.

The houses below are magnificent.  They’re on 9th Avenue about a block away from Prospect Park and are probably way, way, way outside any price range I’d ever consider.

Limestone houses

Yeah, they’ve got the occasional window air conditioner, too.

Some of the buildings have some interesting art.

Park Slope diaspora building

Dixon’s bike shop

There’s even some small art.  Here’s a bit of tree protection (probably protecting it from dogs which doesn’t bode well for the art).

A tree is protected in Brooklyn

Okay, Park Slope is a terrific looking place.  But is there more to it?  Sure, but my other impressions are so minimal that you can take them for what they’re worth.

The Park Slope Coop (I prefer the more correct “Co-op” to differentiate a cooperative from a chicken house) is an interesting throwback to the 1970s.

Park Slope Co-op

The place is busy and filled with non-standard foodstuffs.  It is also a little dirtier (although not unsanitary) than I like my grocery stores to be.  It has the real feel of the 1970s cooperative food store that I used to go to long ago.  But that’s not for good reasons.  There are lots of little repairs that need to be done (as in “we’ve got more important things to do rather than repair a few tiles or re-paint a wall”) and the displays are unprofessional.  I used to do some retail and it’s always a good idea to pull the few remaining items to the front to make the display look full and flush.  At the Park Slope Coop, every single can was pushed as far back as it could go.  And almost every line of product wasn’t fully stocked.  It isn’t for nothing that Whole Foods is doing so well:  they’ve got the co-op feel and selection types down pat, but they’ve done a lot of professionalizing of their appearance.

On the other hand, as I went it a pretty loud woman (apparently just in a boisterous and happy mood) greeted an old friend with the statement “I just finished my film shoot.  It was intense, man!”

Another Park Slope image in my mind:  lots of stoop sales (people putting out homewares for sale, but having no yard, put it just off the building’s stoop).   I saw about four stoop sales in three blocks.  My favorite:  a family had out a wide variety of stuff.  Not a great quantity, but a great variety.  It included two mannequins, an accordian, and an old PC.  I took a picture, but it came out poorly, so won’t be shown.

And they did have a great flea market that day.  It appears to be a weekly event.  I thought it was pretty good.

Park Slope Flea Market

It included furniture, coins, typewriters, old watches, original art, and (most poignantly) family photos.  The quality appeared generally on the good side, so it beats most flea markets hands down.

There are lots and lots of real estate offices.  As usual in NYC, all of them have posted “for sale” and “for rent” samples on their front windows.  Most of the offices actually have a number of their postings marked “SOLD” or “Under Contract”.  I don’t know how true/timely they are and think that’s just to drum up interest on the part of sellers.

I had lunch at a little Tex-Mex place.  Not worthy of any note, so I won’t.

Overall, Park Slope is ethnically very caucasian and middle American.  I don’t think I heard any foreign languages on the street, but people and events were actually very muted.

-H

Mugged in Harlem?

August 18, 2007

Readers will note from my earlier posts that I really like Harlem.  That makes this a hard post.

 I think I was mugged.  It’s open to interpretation, but I’d say I was.

By the Black Panthers.  Yep, you may remember them.

They got me for the grand sum of $2.  “Voluntarily” handed over…against my will…without explicit threat from them…but while I was surrounded by them….while they oh-so-nicely explained that I had taken their picture without permission…but it was okay if I was a reporter….but it wasn’t okay if I wasn’t…but I could make it right for a donation.

In my opinion:  Black Panthers = Muggers.

In my opinion:  I was extorted.

Here’s the $2 picture:

Harlem Street Party - Black Panthers

That’s them to the lower left.  I was taking a picture of the crowd (I have about 20 other non-Panther crowd pictures which I’ll post some of in a separate Harlem post).  This is a lousy picture.  I wouldn’t have used it if one of their members hadn’t confronted me less that 3 seconds after I took the picture.  It wasn’t any of the guys in the picture.  Instead, some others had apparently been watching me (I was one of a few whites in that particular area) and came up behind me when I was taking the picture.

He was very “nice”, introducing himself as some sort of representative.  There were about two or three others with him that I saw.  He said, very nicely, that he noticed me taking pictures of the Panthers and they didn’t like having their picture taken.  He said such pictures “get all around” and they don’t like that.  However, if I was a representative of the media (and could prove it with a card); it would be okay.  If not…he paused for a moment…I should make a donation.  At that instant, a bucket appeared to my left.

I said I was taking a picture of the crowd.  In fact, I had wanted the Panthers to be part of it, but I wasn’t going to say that.  He repeated his statement about whether I was media or the possibility of a donation.

I was incredulous.  I was being asked to put a value on….me/my safety/my photo.  I was being terrorized.

I offerred “How about $2?”  He said that would be fine.  I guess Famous Ankles now has a proven worth at least two bucks.

His demeanor was very calm and unemotional.  To his right was an attractive female member.  Once again, very poker-faced.  I always figured that muggers would be more emotional.  I never saw the one with the bucket and I had a feeling I was being surrounded behind me.  I know other people (non-Panthers) watched as I pulled out my wallet.  I wonder at the idea of their thoughts about that.  There were hundreds of people within 30 yards of me.  There were cops at the end of the block (we were on 135th Street between Lenox Ave. and Frederick Douglass Blvd).  They were a million miles away.

I handed over the $2.  He said “thanks”.  I walked on.  I’m glad to have kept the camera, my wallet, and my safety.  I regret the loss of Harlem as a favorite part of NYC.  I guess I’ll keep my $1.285 million.  Of course, that’d probably make the Panther scum happy.

I strove to regain my self-respect.  I made sure I walked near the scum twice more before I left.  They don’t own the streets.  I didn’t take their picture, though.

-H

Ah, life is a little easier…

August 16, 2007

This evening, I came up with a solution for the picture problem I’ve been having and complaining about:  my pictures wouldn’t fit into the blog space.  I fooled around for a while and stumbled upon a simple solution (inserting a width command into the HTML).  I had tried something similar early on, but didn’t get an adequate view and gave up…my bad.

I’ve been going through my old posts and re-doing them to let the pictures show naturally.  You may find occasional missed comments where I state that you need to click the picture to get the full view.  Actually, you will get a somewhat larger picture if you do click it, so the post is still accurate.

It’s nice to eliminate a minor, but very annoying, problem.  Of course, now I have to edit the HTML of every post with a picture (not hard, but I’ve gotten to tolerate the GUI WordPress provides and going to the code is a small pain.

-H

Marcus Garvey Park in Harlem

August 14, 2007

Marcus Garvey Park is just south of 124th Street and is somewhat between 5th Avenue and Lenox (there are actually some smaller streets there whose names I can’t remember.  You can look it up under a mapping site if you’re really interested, though.

Marcus Garvey Park

The area is pretty nice.  There are some apartment buildings (kinda blah), some older residential buildings and churches (also blah), and some brownstones (nice, nice, nice).

Anyway, I was looking through some additional photos from my recent Harlem jaunt and found the one in the above link.  It isn’t a particularly interesting picture, but the park has a link to a recent news story and I wanted to provide a little visual context. 

I wasn’t aware of it, but each Friday night for a very long time (from what the article indicated), drummers have gathered in the park to do weekly celebrations.  And share it with the neighbors.  The area is gentrifying big time and the locals have grown overly weary of the drumming.  Apparently, they’ve finally come to an agreement to push the drummers further into the park and give the residents some acoustic relief.

Good luck, but the park ain’t that big, folks.  And further in that park means higher.

-H

Brooke Astor has died

August 13, 2007

I never knew her, never saw her, and barely knew she existed until hearing the terrible stories about how she was being mistreated by her son.

But, she done good stuff.  Real good stuff.  She was one of the backers of….well, almost all the cool cultural stuff in NYC.  I won’t list them here.  What I’ll remark about is the New York Public Library and how there’s a special little bench area, halfway up the stairs in the grand hall of the building.  (It’s to the right as you go in.)  I’ve sat there several times and just viewed a nice view of a grand building’s entryway and thought good thoughts about the woman that particular bench is dedicated to.  Her name’s in a number of parts of the building but I have an affinity for that bench.  I’ll post a picture soon.

Brooke Astor, dead at 105.  Thank you so very much Mrs. Astor.  And rest in peace.

-H