In the holiday spirit unique to my family, which is very frequently a spirit making a point of being crumudgeonly on holidays other people have no trouble enjoying–going to bed before midnight on New Year’s, insisting on being a vegetarian on Thanksgiving, pretending you confused halloween with Easter–I shall now post photos that have nothing to do with my favorite holiday.
Black Friday is one of our better traditions, because to me it is not very festive. Its traditions include standing in line, elbowing old women, and having a feel “copped” by overly enthusiastic shoppers doing a bit of “squeezy squeezy” perhaps to test your own ripeness. All in the name of percentage discounts we–because of our new and highly “efficient” SUNY system–only vaguely understand. Charmingado, as they say in Spanish
Anyway, these photos are from a wander through East New York, a neighborhood of a Brooklyn that borders Bushwick at its easternmost tip. It is apparently not a good neighborhood, although I found the crackheads to be very nice. One even professed his love for me.
I dedicate this photo gallery to Gov. Paterson and all those who have raised SUNY tuition, kept the money from SUNY, slashed our budget, and forced Geneseo and Albany to cut entire departments, and Stonybrook to effectively mothball its Southhampton campus. A big, wet holiday kiss for you, lovelies.