Monday, August 13, 2007
Gotham Ave. Represents.
We've lived in the NJ for over two years now; and I love our house. I've grown to love the area, it's quirky little eccentricities, the many features that make it a great place to raise a family. We sort of wound up here without a lot of foresight, but somehow it turned out ok. Better than ok. It's been wonderful.
Yet, a part of me will always think of Brooklyn as home. Once upon a time, it was our home; and had things turned out differently, it might have remained so. These days, when we get a chance to visit, it's always a special treat.
Like this weekend - we got to celebrate at the annual Gotham Ave. block party. It was a wet and wild good time.
There were sprinklers - with a distinctively Brooklyn touch - hooked up to the fire hydrants for the occasion.
We had the old school lawn chairs set up, where Beenie showed off her tankini. The weather was perfect, the food was great. We basked in the warm glow of neighborhood good will. And then...it turned all Crooklyn on us.
The monkey revealed he was packin' heat.
He was a little too curious about the watergun for my comfort level. I tried to be chill about it. After all, it's just a water gun...jeesh. Once upon a time, kids played with water guns, pretend guns, the whole "cowboys & Indian" thing, right?
But then Beenie got in on the act. Argh.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cringe.