This sign memorializes Scrabble's inventor, Alfred Mosher Butts, who worked on the game at a nearby church.
This sidewalk is in Jackson Heights, not Flushing.
This was the company that developed Jackson Heights, which was originally intended to be an exclusive community of wealthy white Protestants, but is now one of the most diverse neighborhoods on earth.
Fitting for the neighborhood that invented Scrabble
Part of the obscure art collection (which, I think, is a satellite gallery of the Queens Museum of Art) at the Bulova Corporate Center
That's a promo photo from their new buddy comedy on NBC. (Neal is the wacky one.)
Initially drawn in by the Pingüinos, it wasn't until much later that I noticed, and became mesmerized by, the ¡Sponch! As it happens, SPONCH is an acronym for the six elements most essential to living organisms — sulfur, phosphorus, oxygen, nitrogen, carbon, and hydrogen — which is ironic, because ¡Sponch! is totally devoid of any substance that might benefit the living organism that consumes it.
Our primary suspect has been found dead on the sidewalk, his torso nearly severed at the waist. I'd like to think we can all sleep soundly tonight, knowing this monster is no longer on the prowl. I'd like to think that, but then I begin to wonder... Who did this to him? Is there a force even more malevolent that has lain dormant until now? It chills me to think about what we might be in for next, my friends.
One of the great teachers of all time, right up there with Socrates and Plato
