"even though the city knew there was nothing left of the street, someone still wanted to make sure folks knew it used to be there."
I'm telling myself a story about a person in a government building somewhere who cares and is sentimental enough to take on this duty, for the relative few who will notice. Maybe the real explanation is something more technical or automated, but I prefer the comfort of knowing that we have people like this among us.
I also want to think that there’s a street sign vigilante working for the city who has a soft spot for history. But it’s probably more likely that it’s just classic government incompetence 😂
Eden, you and I BOTH know the best burger on Eastern Long Island can be found at the Triangle Pub, and I will host my own Beef Unfancy Dinner if Eric needs to be educated!!!
I want to see My Old Ass and your review made me want to see it even more! The whole "we don't know when we're doing something for the last time" piece made me think of Here I Am by Jonathan Safran Foer, which has a passage waxing poetic on the same thing. A book I didn't love, but that part has stayed with me!
I will see your Triangle Pub and raise you Digger's in Riverhead. I remember their burgers being good, but I also ate them after working shifts at Crocs, so I think anything would have tasted good.
"even though the city knew there was nothing left of the street, someone still wanted to make sure folks knew it used to be there."
I'm telling myself a story about a person in a government building somewhere who cares and is sentimental enough to take on this duty, for the relative few who will notice. Maybe the real explanation is something more technical or automated, but I prefer the comfort of knowing that we have people like this among us.
I also want to think that there’s a street sign vigilante working for the city who has a soft spot for history. But it’s probably more likely that it’s just classic government incompetence 😂
Eden, you and I BOTH know the best burger on Eastern Long Island can be found at the Triangle Pub, and I will host my own Beef Unfancy Dinner if Eric needs to be educated!!!
I want to see My Old Ass and your review made me want to see it even more! The whole "we don't know when we're doing something for the last time" piece made me think of Here I Am by Jonathan Safran Foer, which has a passage waxing poetic on the same thing. A book I didn't love, but that part has stayed with me!
I will see your Triangle Pub and raise you Digger's in Riverhead. I remember their burgers being good, but I also ate them after working shifts at Crocs, so I think anything would have tasted good.