Brooklyn Daily Eagle was a paper in New York around the turn of the century. Reading through the archives is fascinating. Growing up in the shadows of Gotham, I was always struck by the bit and pieces of old New York that survive to this day. Street signs in Staten Island from the 1920's. Mile markers in Brooklyn and Queens from the 30's and 40's. Manhole covers in Manhattan that had their dates worn smooth by a billion footsteps. It's all there, layer upon layer. Build and destroyed and built again. Like Shiva's own personal playground.
Quarantine 2008 has ended
Fair warning: possibly graphic post and not for the squeamish. So it all started Friday night. Wife and I had a long day (as usual) and had finally finished with dishes, laundry and the rest of the normal daily grind. The baby had been fussy most of the day and had spit up here and there. Mostly we thought it had been switching from formula to milk which can sometimes cause this type of thing. By the time kid #4 rolls around you tend to let these things slide. If this were #1 we'd have called in a medivac at the first sign of vomiting in a 1 year old. He finally calmed down and we got him off to sleep. We watched a bit of The Wire and retired (very) late. About 10 minutes later #2 wakes up crying complaining of a stomach ache. I ask if he has to go to the bathroom and he says no, it's not that. His stomach really hurts. OK, into my bed and I'll get the heating pad for a bit. We get him settled and he calms down. Knowing that he tends towards the dramatic, I s...
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