While I had some time today I was also wiped out by recovery from the weekend so please enjoy more pictures of that brink-of-spring walk around ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger's parents' neighborhood instead.
Lovely snowscape of the forks, where the river I shared yesterday joins its other branch.
The ground looks like coffee cake with confectioner's sugar.
Noticing this sign in an empty storefront made me wonder: OK, when was the last time Thanksgiving was November 28? The answer is 2019. I don't know whether Summit Pointe is still open; Google Maps hasn't been down this street or any of the downtown streets for eleven years now.
Tasty Wagon, according to the sign. I suppose this must be where the grease trucks come together, in the right seasons?
This little house caught my eye as looking nice and having details painted so as to make them really stand out. And then what's that sign, by the side door, there?
I don't know what it means to have a certified wildlife habitat in your home but I like on principle having raccoons with official-type hats.
Trivia: New York City's first school lunch program, launched by concerned citizens, was taken over by the Board of Education in 1920; lunches were cooked in central kitchens in the main tenenment districts, on the East Side under the Williamsburg Bridge and in East Harlem. Source: A Square Meal: A Culinary History of the Great Depression, Jane Ziegelman, Andrew Coe. (Within a decade the demand far outstripped what two central tenement-district kitchens could provide.)
Currently Reading: Gemini 4: An Astronaut Steps Into The Void, David J Shayler.
