Tag Archives: Afternoon View

Downtown Providence is full of great old buildings like this one, which really looks fantastic at night with all its neon lit.

Milling about, milling about, milling about. Track number announcement. Mad dash for the gate where 500 people try to fit through a four-foot doorway at the same time. Always a shining moment for modern mass transit, truly.

Today in Central Park a handsome young swabbie and his female companion happily joined the gay dancers in the center of the roller-disco area below Bear Hill.

Submitted by Dr. Jeff.

Photo by JMG reader Inga.

Photo by Dr. Jeff.

When the folks in my building toss out books and magazines, they sometimes leave such items on top of the cans in case other tenants want them. Today: Edgar Allen Poe, investment strategies, Irish architecture. Also: the 2002 Britney Spears calendar. Score.

This neat circular walkway thingy connects the two Chevron towers I posted this morning. It’s killing me that I’ve only gotten to see a couple of blocks of a deserted downtown Houston, but we’re here less than 48 hours. When you add up flight time, airport time, all day meetings, planned in-house meals…well, you hardly get a chance to stick …

I wasn’t really expecting cowboys and oil wells, but I didn’t think the view from my Houston hotel room would evoke the climactic rebellion scene from Conquest Of The Planet Of The Apes. Amirite? #dorkattack

Just over a month ago the beloved and family-owned Spanish/Mexican dive on my block, where I dropped in twice a week for their steam tables full of bisteca and shredded pork, closed abruptly and was being demolished within 24 hours. This week: Dunkin’ Donuts, which now has three or four outlets within a five minute walk of my building. Sigh.

It’s a gorgeous warm day and lots of folks are taking their lunch on the steps of the Farley. The 110 year-old Farley is most famous for the inscription across the top: “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” It’s also the alleged future home for …

When the sea turtles hatchings burst out their eggs, they are often distracted by car and street lights and lured onto A1A. Coordinating the volunteer effort to guide the babies safely to the sea is Hugh Taylor Birch park ranger (and Ramrod bartender) Mark Foley. (The other and much hotter Mark Foley.)

Due to subway construction, pedestrians walk this chute down the middle of Second Avenue. All my favorite little shops (on the left) are long gone by now. Only five more years!