ET, I have soap bars in the bathrooms, both here and in PA. However, I don’t like them sitting on the sink. Here I have nice nickel plated dishes to match the faucets and in PA it’s redware.
I feel that same sense of relief when I get back in to NYC on a Friday night, Snappy.
Only starts when I get out of the subway in the Slope, though. When I go through ‘teeming with life’ Penn Station usually I want to kill somebody.
And it is NOT on the site. It’s a walk/ in the neighborhood, but not adjacent to the site.
Legion, I have seen those situations many times. Sometimes you see someone in a store terrorizing their kids (there is a difference between disciplining a kid and terrorizing/publicly beating/humiliating them). What do you do? It is heartbreaking and frightening.
In my East side apartment, I lived below a family with 5 kids. The father hit the kids and they did not cry, they let out blood curdling screams. I could hear everything in the airshaft. I was so freaked, I called the authorities but then they wanted my name (and I was afraid of the guy) but then started asking other questions — signs of abuse, bruises, etc. The kids were healthy and after a while, I realized that these kids were screamers. I saw them screaming in the street among themselves. Not to say the guy didn’t hit them. But I used to agonize over this situation. The visual test that Child Welfare gave me — i.e. signs of abuse — I applied and they looked ok which is all Child Welfare could do anyway. So all I could do really was wish they made it ok till they were on their own and be alert to anything that changed.
I’m still trying to find my ‘forward’ place, but I have no doubt that NYC is not my forever home. But I do realize that I’ve moved ‘up’ in terms of having lived in Chicago and Pittsburgh.
LOL, Etson. Penn Station and JFK life makes me homicidal as well 🙂
ET, I have soap bars in the bathrooms, both here and in PA. However, I don’t like them sitting on the sink. Here I have nice nickel plated dishes to match the faucets and in PA it’s redware.
I suspect that gets me the GOTD award.
Now I dialed 911 a long time ago
Can’t you see how late they reactin?
🙂
I feel that same sense of relief when I get back in to NYC on a Friday night, Snappy.
Only starts when I get out of the subway in the Slope, though. When I go through ‘teeming with life’ Penn Station usually I want to kill somebody.
And it is NOT on the site. It’s a walk/ in the neighborhood, but not adjacent to the site.
Legion, I have seen those situations many times. Sometimes you see someone in a store terrorizing their kids (there is a difference between disciplining a kid and terrorizing/publicly beating/humiliating them). What do you do? It is heartbreaking and frightening.
In my East side apartment, I lived below a family with 5 kids. The father hit the kids and they did not cry, they let out blood curdling screams. I could hear everything in the airshaft. I was so freaked, I called the authorities but then they wanted my name (and I was afraid of the guy) but then started asking other questions — signs of abuse, bruises, etc. The kids were healthy and after a while, I realized that these kids were screamers. I saw them screaming in the street among themselves. Not to say the guy didn’t hit them. But I used to agonize over this situation. The visual test that Child Welfare gave me — i.e. signs of abuse — I applied and they looked ok which is all Child Welfare could do anyway. So all I could do really was wish they made it ok till they were on their own and be alert to anything that changed.
can we talk about boobs yet?
I’m still trying to find my ‘forward’ place, but I have no doubt that NYC is not my forever home. But I do realize that I’ve moved ‘up’ in terms of having lived in Chicago and Pittsburgh.
ENY,
“911 Is a Joke”
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