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Another barber chart

Having an eighties vibe, yeah? It’s been a while since I’ve seen lines carved on a scalp like that.

Gumby mobile

May this be the ugliest car you see all day. However, if it happens to be yours, you’ll never lose it in the parking lot.

Prospect Park @ dusk

Cold and crisp at 5:00 PM. Regardless of what the signs state, the park was not closing at dusk. It was too fun being out in the first snow of the season and sledding in the near-dark.

A night of snowfall

It was also a night of questions:  what’s with this big snowstorm in December, and what am I doing on 18th Avenue, waiting for a bus? I don’t have answers. The snow was photogenic, though, and it wasn’t as cold as it looked from indoors.

Avant la deluge

Around 2:00 in the afternoon. The snow had started and the local blighted zone, the Gowanus Canal, was looking slightly photogenic, if you ask me.

Big metal menorah

This gigantic, austere menorah, in front of the old supreme court building and next to the statue of Columbus, is named in honor of Rabbi Jacob J. Hecht, radio interpreter and right-hand man to Rebbe Mechachem Schneerson, head of the Lubavitchers. Hecht died in 1990, four years before the Rebbe. There’s another, smaller menorah further down the plaza next to the Christmas tree.

School window after dark

Takes you back, don’t, I mean doesn’t, it? The windows in my schools usually opened. In one second-floor class, kids pushed their books out, then said, “Miss (fill-in a teacher’s name)? I need to go outside and get my book. It fell out the window.” That stunt didn’t last long.

Borough Hall tree

The Christmas tree in front of Borough Hall is huge but not ginormous. Here in Brooklyn we don’t need a trillion twinkling lights. Cut-outs in the shape of stockings, stars, and moons are just right, a change from traditional ornaments, though I sincerely doubt whoever set up the tree was trying to reference Christmas’ origin as a pagan celebration.

Early in the AM, it’s just buses and pedestrians along Fulton Street. Only the delis are open. If you want to shop at the trashy stores, you’ll have to come back later in the morning.

It’s strictly a utilitarian gathering, not a horrendous traffic scene. The barriers are waiting to be dispatched, as needed.

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