A stroll through the Gowanus area of Brooklyn, a deserted industrial nightmarescape that divides two yuppie paradises.
Heidi said this place gave her the creeps when she walked through the neighborhood alone one evening.
And the purpose of this trip: Jerk Chicken in Carroll Gardens. I’ve decided female Caribbean restauranteurs are a very pleasant kind of people. Having met 2 such ladies I feel I am in position to make this generalization. I’m not sure what I have in common with them but we seem to get on famously.
Billy’s newest toy, the jumperoo. He can now hold his head up so I put this thing up yesterday afternoon.