BrooklynQ sent in this photo of the newest art installment at the Gravesend Neck Road train station. Seeing this brings on one of those heartwarming moments where you’re oh-so-happy that they’re raising fares again so they can keep putting in new benches, and providing fresh canvases for Sheepshead Bay’s prolific artists.
All righty, people… caption contest? Yes, I think so. What’ve you got for this photo?
No longer determined to die. (Photo courtesy of nolastname, August 2010)
Last week, when they first published my story, I thought I was taking my last breath — but, somehow, my diaphragm just kept on going.
The next day, when someone started taking pictures of me, it was early morning and I really wasn’t in any mood. Then, the photographer told me that life is like that. Every day is a sunset. Some days it’s a lovely sunset, some days pretty dull — but, there’s always a sunrise. Even if the clouds obscure it, the sun rises.
I suddenly felt some hope, and taking my last breath wasn’t the only thing I could think about. This ain’t no kind of life for a shopping cart, but things could be worse, I suppose. I mean, I could have ended up in the Gowanus Canal, instead of near Caesar’s Bay or whatever place this is.
Shopping cart dying on the rocks. (Courtesy of MSniceguy, August 2010)
Ashes to ashes. Metal to metal.
Here I am, taking my last breath. I know you didn’t see me covered by the gentle waves hitting the rocks, and I know it’s hard to see my clunky metal when you’re thinking of the lovely (though, somewhat hazy) Verrazano Bridge view.
If my wheels must take its last roll, it’s better that I die here with this lovely sunset than buried under some cold, dark soil.
A reader is already looking to take us up on our offer last week to help owners reunite with their lost animals. This young cat was found on Monday, when it walked right into the home our reader. It’s a sultry kitty, as you can see. The reader says the kitten is very friendly – and very bony. It was found near East 13th Street between Avenue Y and Avenue Z. It also has a black collar with black bell, but no name tag.
If you are the owner or have any information about who this cat may belong to, e-mail us or call (718) 332-2335.
… but a clogged basement?
Kings Highway, near the corner of Ocean Avenue.
Shopping cart in search of a locksmith to let him back into his home. (Photo courtesy of Stefanee Rivera))
A reader, Stefanee Rivera, sent us this photograph of a lost shopping cart and gave us the background story.
This poor little guy was found early Saturday morning seeking assistance from the locksmith inside. Apparently he got locked out of his house (Walbaum’s) and couldn’t find a neighbor to help. He wandered over to the locksmith on Ave. X and Ocean Ave. for some help getting back inside. The nice locksmith who works there called his parents and told them he was waiting for them at the shop. They said they would be “right over” to pick him up. However, according to the locksmith, at 3:45PM, the lonely little shopping cart was still there waiting for his mom and dad. I suggested he call the Administration for Shopping Cart Services (ASCS) if they hadn’t come to pick him up by closing time.
Hearing the news that the shopping complex where the Waldbaum’s store is located has been sold for $10 million, may have made him a little nervous about his family’s future.
I believe reader nolastname wanted to “bitch.” So, please, the floor is yours, nolastname.
Shopping cart and pillow bed mattress. (Photo courtesy of nolastname, 2010)
Roaming the streets of Sheepshead Bay all day with these bags of cans sure can be tiring.
I guess it’s not as bad as some have it. At least I have some shelter (the Belt Parkway overpass at Ocean Avenue) and a place to rest my head at night or day or whenever the mood takes me.
Now, if I could only get me a pillow and some sheets. Oh, yeah, and some earplugs, ‘cuz that Belt Parkway rumbling and bridge renovation sure does keep me awake!
Every now and then a story comes along that’s just too good to give a straightforward headline. It’s just crying for the tabloid news treatment. Our story about the Sheepshead Bay sex shop, KamaSutra, is one example of that.
We started tossing ideas around our virtual offices when working on this story, and most were too ludicrous to put above such a serious controversy. We’re not going to lie – the one we chose, “Sex Shop’s Opening Slammed By Sheepshead Neighbors,” cracked us up. But it was subtle enough, we felt, not to trivialize the information.
Now the story has died down a bit, and we think it’s safe to share with you some of the ideas that made the rounds. Not all are clever; some practically bash you over the head. Others you may have to think about a little too much. But we thought most of them were kind of funny. If you’ve got your own to add, please, feel free.
Oh, and some of these are a bit graphic in nature, so stop reading now if you’re easily offended.
Nothing is better on a beautiful summer day, than sweet smelling bouquets of fresh flowers.
Not! Because, actually, these flowers are not real. They’re synthetic and my owner put them on me to make me feel better that I’m just a rolling bottle & can carrier. In my previous life, I belonged to The Sports Authority. I used to carry rough and tough sportswear, sneakers, and equipment. Now, clinky cans and bottles.
At least this picture was taken of me when I’m not loaded up with hundreds of recyclables set for redemption. Still, my gorgeous red color has to compete with not just the flowers, but the red blouse of the pedestrian and the red paint on the car parked across the street (Nostrand Avenue). I guess that’s still better than having to compete with the owner’s dog. When I heard that I might be shown pictured with that pooch, I asked them to just put this picture up, instead. It’s bad enough that my distinctive features have to be overshadowed by the flowers, the last thing I need is man’s best friend stealing my thunder!
