A third of a year has passed since I last used this title. So . . . short post, odds and ends.
First, this waterside foto of the Phillip T. Feeney shows the extent of her deterioration. Sad. I’d like to know the stories of her life. The buildings in the background stand along Richmond Terrace.
And you may wonder what’s become of my beloved Alice. The foto below is from her last visit back in December, I think. Now she’s halfway around the world in . . .
Japan. Actually, off southern Japan. Hey maybe adventure, a spring fling, or maybe in quest of exotic aggregates for the Brooklyn market, who knows?
I’m quite in need of spring, spring healing that is. Winter’s left me with a bug.