Death of an Icon
Sometimes the free market sucks. We visited this place again last weekend. It will be sad to see it go. We'll have to make a number of further visits before next summer.






Our family had a blast last night for Halloween. Uncle Marshall came over from Brooklyn Heights and went trick-or-treating with us; The kids were especially happy to have him along. As you can see, Adaline was an angel and Arthur was a devil. They kept whispering contradictory advice into my ear. This was not helpful, as I was already a bit confused as a sort of alt-country Pat Benatar. Now let me explain the pictures below. So in Park Slope your neighbors who wish to participate in the festivities (the giving of candy) sit on their stoop outside. This nicely eliminates the need to knock on doors. It's also a fun way to meet the people on your street. Once you turn off the residential streets onto the main commercial drag, 7th Ave, things get really crazy. Countless swarms of children, of which ours were among the smallest, push from business to business holding out bags for candy. I love the shot of our kids trick-or-treating at the sushi restaurant! One Chinese restaurant gave them chocolate fortune cookies. At the other end of 7th Ave we settled at our senior pastor's Halloween party. Lots of friends, beer, and vats and vats of mac-and-cheese to be enjoyed. Lastly, a parade moved down 7th. Arthur loved the ambulances and crazy costumes. There must have been thousands and thousands of spectators from all over Brooklyn assembled to watch the parade go by. Pretty impressive. At the end of the night we carried our worn-out kids the 16 blocks back home. Then everyone but me promptly fell asleep. Today we raid the candy!




