We hope that you enjoyed your flight and that your stay in London, or wherever your final destination may be, is a pleasant one.
And here’s another shot, similar to the one a month and a half or so ago, from the Williamsburg Bridge. If you squint and look really hard, you can see the Empire State Building:
posted by Me @ 7:40 AM
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Saving my parents the inconvenience of an international phone call.
Eh, we’re all on Verizon now—my parents don’t even have to use up minutes to talk to me.
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You've been spending an awful lot of time on that confounded bridge.
What bridge?
I still claim it's a jail.
A jail in Parsippany, for that matter--the E.S.B. looks way off in the distance.
Quoth the Times today (by way of explanation):
"There’s not a bird back in town that approaches Big W’s slow chicken, but if pulled pork is what you’re after, then make your way to Pies ’n’ Thighs, a closet of a kitchen in the back of a grungy bar in the shadow of the Williamsburg Bridge. Settling in with the best pulled-pork sandwich in the city and a side of greens (also the best in the city, at least in the realm of barbecue joints) might first require you to kick broken beer bottles and cigarette butts out of the way to get a berth at the bar, as it did for me on a recent Saturday morning.
If you do you’ll find that smoky meat, which spends eight hours over hickory chunks in an offset smoker and is then pulled into ropy strands, sauced with a North Carolina-style vinegar sauce and served on a white bread bun that does its very best to dissolve and get out the way of the pork. A minced cabbage slaw and a couple of crinkle-cut slices of neon green pickles add texture."
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