It’s that time of year again. Bleachers banging and clanging until they’re up. San Remo and Langham building guys erect wooden barriers around their shrubs. Slanted boards across windows. No Parking Signs for 3 days. Sweepers screaming and cleaning. Tow trucks at dawn. Opening up the streets. Taking down the traffic lights. Room for the balloons. Metal gates sliding and gliding along the curbs. Ready for the Macy’s madness to descend upon the ‘hood.
If anybody comes this year. Forecast. Windy and cold. Even the Grinch may stay indoors.
So lucky our microwave is big enough for a 25-lb. frozen turkey!!
As Vlad’s World Cup comes to an end. Allons enfants de la patrie, le jour de gloire. Pour qui? A PR win for him. He enters the Helsinki Discord with an edge. Could there be a grand accord with the Middle East? Netanyahu & Abbas have met with Putin recently. Syria & Iran traded for Ukraine & Crimea? Or. Will it all result in a Trumpian Hell Stinky.
Meanwhile, hope London loans the baby Donald balloon to Macy’s for this year’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. It’a a natural addition.
Perched over the crowd. View from our apartment. Away from the fray. Sweet.
6:00 A.M. not so much. 7:00 gathering steam. 9:00 crazy.
Balloons and Santa! Look big out our window.
Garbage truck as terrorist barrier. Modern times.