Actually, to tell you the truth, it smelled like a combination of moth balls and urine!! Not only did I sense that, but my wife, sister and brother-in-law said the same thing.
J/K, though I wouldn’t be surprised if something like that actually happened.
I went to the Brooklyn Flea for the first time yesterday and saw Mr. B. there. He was too engrossed in texting something, so I didn’t stop to say hello.
The Flea is not my scene. I swear that it seemed that half the folks there were selling stuff from their grandparent’s attic. I even detected the smell of mothballs.
Dang…now that’s a stench!
Ugh. My grandfather’s wife had a mothball fetish. The entire house reeked.
Snappy;
Actually, to tell you the truth, it smelled like a combination of moth balls and urine!! Not only did I sense that, but my wife, sister and brother-in-law said the same thing.
Damn! That’s bad when you can smell mothballs in the out of doors!
Wow, that’s some story about the angel. Beautiful.
Maybe Mr. B saw him going into a meeting for “Recessed Lighting Lovers Anonymous”. Such a pity.
CGAR;
J/K, though I wouldn’t be surprised if something like that actually happened.
I went to the Brooklyn Flea for the first time yesterday and saw Mr. B. there. He was too engrossed in texting something, so I didn’t stop to say hello.
The Flea is not my scene. I swear that it seemed that half the folks there were selling stuff from their grandparent’s attic. I even detected the smell of mothballs.
Kens, were those photos taken really early in the morning or at the weekend? It looks like a beautiful place but also eerily empty.
Thanks ENY!