On Van Brunt Street, ideal break on a return walk from the Red Hook waterfront. Very nice burgers, no-fuss place.
Some people couldn’t care less about airports. They consider them mere utilities, no better than the dirty cab they took to get there or the ugly meeting room they are going to spend hours in when they get off their flight. Personally, I love them. Always have. My dad used to work at the Nice…Details
A Red Hook street. Graffiti. At my demand, Marie stuck a hesitant hand in the shark’s mouth.
A few nights ago, Marie and I were established in yet another glorious picnic in the Brooklyn Bridge Park, further south this time, away from the big lawns – which were closed – and onto some rocks by the tidal pools. The John J. Harvey The juneberry trees behind us were loaded with very ripe…Details
On May 27, the French Bureau d’Enquêtes et d’Analyses (BEA) decided to publish what they called “… a note with information on the first facts established, based on analysis of the data from the flight recorders” about the crash of Rio-Paris Air France flight AF447 on June 9, 2009. The note followed the end of…Details