Manhattan-Bound F Train
It is snowing like crazy in New York right now, so hard, in fact, that our flight to Florida tonight just got cancelled. That's a shame. Just when you need the sunshine the most, you can't get to it.
So, anyway, sorry for the lack of posts of late. I'm sure it's a familiar refrain, but taking care of a baby (and the extra freelance work required to pay for everything) has whittled down my blogging time to almost nil. And, as much as my mother might appreciate it, I can't just keep putting up baby pictures all the time. This blog is supposed to be about life in New York.
The photo above depicts one moment in our New York life. Click on it to make it big. Last Sunday we (Jenn, Zach, and I) visited our friends (Jen and Steve and their new twins) in Park Slope, a Brooklyn neighborhood south of Williamsburg, where we live. Park Slope is located near Prospect Park, and the whole neighborhood slopes downward toward the west. Hence the name. While we were there, Steve and I snuck away to have a beer at a historic Irish bar called Farrell's. To read my Gridskipper entry about Farrell's, click here.
In order to get to Jen and Steve's place, we had to take the G train from Metropolitan Avenue/Lorimer Street and then transfer to the F train. I took this photo where we made the transfer, at an above-ground station called Smith-9th Street. It captures a Manhattan-bound F train pulling out of the station, with lower Manhattan in the background. If this was pre-2001, you would definitely be able to see the Twin Towers in the distance.
As for our trip out of town, we're still figuring out what to do. Since we can't control the weather (yet) we'll just make the best of it. In any case, it's Friday.