revenant mother
Thursday

– photo by Mitch Waxman
November 15th found Alternate Side Parking regulations working against a humble narrator’s happiness again, and the Mobile Oppression Platform – as I’ve nicknamed my car – needed to be somewhere other than where it was. Thereby, one planned out yet another trash run, heading full bore at both the paper recycling guy, and the metals and electronics guy. One deleted roughly a third of all his material possessions during the ramp up to moving.
Since I was already out and about and at Newtown Creek… why not?Every time might be the last time, after all.
First up was DUPBO. Down Under the Pulaski Bridge Onramp. That’s the Vernon Avenue street end. Not Boulevard, mind you. This street end is a one block avenue.

– photo by Mitch Waxman
One navigated the ‘MOP’ or “Mobile Oppression Platform” about, shooting out the window of the vehicle with my zoom lens like some common paparazzi. Free time like the interval experienced on this particular day became increasingly rare for a humble narrator right around this part of November.
The big move to Pittsburgh loomed. Suddenly, an avalanche of “have to’s” erupted and all my attentions were drawn to the exigent circumstances thereby presented.

– photo by Mitch Waxman
Every time might be the last time, as I’ve been saying, and you know what? As it turns out, this was pretty much the last time for DUPBO, and for visiting First Calvary Cemetery in Queens’ Blissville section.
I’m totally faklempt about this fact. More tomorrow.
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Hello Mitch,
I only recently discovered your Newtown Pentacle blog, and I absolutely love it! While paging through the blog I saw the photo you say you took from your apartment window of the deli and Indian restaurant across the street, and I said to myself–Yikes! That’s MY old deli and Indian resto! This guy Mitch lives above the pizzeria on Broadway and 46th Street. Or rather, once lived, because I understand that you’ve relocated to Pittsburg.
Long story short, I lived in an apartment on 45th Street between Broadway & 34th Avenue for almost 25 years. I loved that apartment and that super-cool little corner of Astoria. And then new people bought my building, threw all of us old tenants out, gut-renovated the place down to the bricks, and now the rents are close to $3,000 a month. I landed on my feet–am sharing a house with friends in Jackson Heights, and it’s nice and a lot more spacious, but still I miss Astoria every day. Fortunately, I still live close enough that I can continue to do most of my shopping & errands there. And I get to ride through it on the #66 bus every day going to and from work.
I’ll always love Astoria, and thank you for all of the photos and stories about the old neighborhood.
Jackie Coffee
Jackie Coffee
December 15, 2022 at 11:33 am