New York Leftovers

I've got a few leftover thoughts about my trip to New York this past weekend. Enjoy!

-One of my favorite things about traveling to legit cities is seeing places I've heard name-checked in rap songs. This happened at seemingly every freeway exit in L.A. in April (e.g., Wilshire, Crenshaw, Hawthorne, etc.). This week, given that I stayed in Park Slope and explored both Prospect Park and Greenwood Cemetery, this song kept running through my head, though I stupidly neglected to actually listen to it until I was back home. Luckily, I did not get my pockets dug from all my Chemical Bankins.

 

The Road to Somewhere

The stretch of 37^th Street in Brooklyn’s Sunset Park neighborhood probably doesn’t appear in any guidebook or list of must-see attractions. But last Saturday afternoon, my stomach full of banh mi and an uncharacteristic cup of sweetened iced tea in my hand, there was perhaps no place in the city I would rather have been than the desolate strip of pavement and sidewalk that runs unheralded between the southern edge of Greenwood Cemetery and a massive MTA train yard.