(Guy from inside sees me taking pictures, comes to the door.)
Guy: You taking pictures?
Me: Yeah, I like your sign.
Guy: Like the sign? (Doesn't make sense to him. He notices my Coast Guard sweatshirt.) Coast Guard?
Me: I got a friend in the Coast Guard.
Guy: (Half-heartedly, almost questioningly) This is private property?
Me: Yeah, but as long as I'm—
Guy: (Sheepishly) Okay, okay. (Still wary though.) Where you from?
Me: I'm from Virginia.
Guy: (It clicks.) Ohhhh, okay. That's why.
Me: (Puzzled look)
Guy: You're not from around here, so you're taking pictures.
Me: Sure.
I'll never tire of these "adequately" signs.
Stabbed to death trying to defend a teenager in a neighborhood dispute
Quite an impressive tree collection for such a small yard! You don't see many conifers on the streets of New York; perhaps its proximity to the New York Botanical Garden has had some influence on this exotic little oasis?
NO.
The super told me, in a soliloquy heavily peppered with profanities, that he had to make that modification to the sign last year because people were pestering him about apartments night and day. He said that hardly anyone moves out of this place because the apartments are rent-controlled. The most absurd example he gave me is a tenant who has lived here for almost 50 years and pays a mere $200/month for a three-bedroom apartment.
It's standard practice in New York to bump an adjacent car when parking, but it takes chutzpah to just leave your car in that position.
A vestige of the strong Irish presence in Norwood that began to fade in the 1990s.
On another note, the font used on the awning is called Algerian. It is all over the city, and everywhere else, and is used by every type of business imaginable. I see it at least half a dozen times every day. It's far too ornate and specific for such broad use. SO STOP IT, PEOPLE. This Flickr group sums up my feelings nicely.
Led by the prominent Rabbi Herschel Schacter for more than five decades, it now houses the Msgr. Boyle Head Start program.
A Khmer Buddhist temple, part of the Bronx's little-known Cambodian community
I took this photo on Poe Place, which is named for a beloved former resident of the Bronx. Fittingly, there are two public libraries within a one-block radius of this literary alleyway.
The bottom of the fire escape ladder was serving as the basket.
