I’m always talking about moving, so much that I’m known as the boy who cried move. But someday soon I am going to leave my tiny apartment and possibly the East Village. I’m continuingly wrestling with the idea of moving to Brooklyn to gain space at the cost of convenience. On one hand, I didn’t move to the city to live in the sticks across the river. On the other hand, I’d like to be able to put on my coat in my living room without banging both my arms on the walls.
Tyring to keep an open mind, I went out to Ft. Greene last night to see Joslyn and her new beau, Martin, and see her new place. I liked the neighborhood, but what really impressed me was her local bar, Cellars at Dekalb Ave. and Vanderbilt. A husband and wife team own and run the place and because there are no employees, you are allowed to smoke indoors. The wife works behind the bar and will give you a plate of food if you look even remotely hungry. The clientele is friendly, too. My new friend, Willie, and I talked about parity in modern professional sports and the he tried to sell me on the lure of Broadway.
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SOTD: Penguin bashing.