Get This Man a Doctor

Sitting on my balcony this Sunday, this film crew randomly walks up to our house and starts filming. Apparently Japanese television has come up all the nutty things it can and has turned to documentary pieces on small Brooklyn neighborhoods.

The best part was the quick interview the producer gave with our neighbors, who were sitting outside enjoying the day like the rest of us:

Her: (thickly accented) Hello! You have a very pretty garden!

Him: (nothing)

Her: Are you warm?

Him: (nothing)

Her: It’s a very nice day are you hot?

Him: I’m good

Her: Is your car blocking the sun?

Him: Not really

Her: Okay thank you have a nice day!

This Sunday was the annual Court Street fair. The street fair season signals the beginning of summer, which means everyone is a little bit too excited about a bunch of funnel cake stands showing up on their street corner.

I got completely burned by PJ Hanley’s this weekend. On Friday they put their gigantic smoker in their patio, which in turn stinks up all of 4th place. One would think this signals PJ’s loyal patrons to come eat burnt meat, but we were told that the smoker was preparing for Saturday. So imagine how foolish we felt when we again went to PJ’s on Saturday night, only to find out that the meat was actually for the street fair.

The brisket I got was terrible—the slicers they hired gave me an all-fat piece, so I could only eat half of it. Ah well.

I’ve been to a few New York street fairs now, and the ones in my neighborhood seem to have a much higher concentration of random crap than in other parts of the city. Most street fairs seem to have an ethnic theme or be focused on kids… our street fair is more like a giant yard sale.

Oh, and Roger Clemens is pitching for the Yankees. I don’t hate the guy, though I’ll admit he could be described as a jerk with an overinflated ego. But it seems to me like he would have to do way more than he’s done so far to counteract the fact that he’s probably still the greatest active pitcher.