A Few Pics...

Another roll of scribal film has come from the local CVS, depicting various scenes of life here in the hedge fund capital of the world. As always, click on the picture to get the full-screen view.

Here is a picture of Diana Peterfreund's new book, Under the Rose. Note that the topless head motif is also echoed by the two books immediately underneath. Is this the new wave in book covers?

Here is the same scene a few days later. Diana's book is front and center on the kiddie shelf, surrounded by Eric Carle and the "it girls", whoever they may be. Your scribe helpfully took the book over to the store manager and read him the famous sex scene, at which point he quickly relocated Di's book to the shelves on the right.

And here we have "Queen Bea" cutting the Fourth of July cake at Town Hall, assisted by Jenny Larkin, Chris Hughes, and Col. Serge Gabriel.

Birthday girl Anonymous (her parents wouldn't give her name), a real-live niece of Uncle Sam, born on the Fourth of July, was also in attendance, and invited to take a swipe at the cake by Queen Bea.

One of the more charming aspects of our fair Town is the unceasing and unremitting construction that goes on just about all over. We build it, we tear it down, we build it bigger, etc., etc. Some were scandalized to see a port-a-potty happily ensconced at the top of Greenwich Avenue, greeting shoppers as they began their struggle to find a parking place. Some felt it lowered the tone of the Town to have this homely outhouse on the local version of Worth Avenue or Rodeo Drive; others, your scribe among them, felt it was a not inapt symbol of some of the changes along Greenwich Avenue during the past couple of decades. Can you say, "Down the toilet", dear reader?

By the way, an article in yesterday's Local Rag, aka the Yellowwich Time, noted that vacancy rates on the Avenue are running at a rate of some 10%. Your scribe thinks that figure may be a tad on the low side; certainly, many long-time locals are commenting that they have never seen so many vacant storefronts in their lifetime. The reason? Greedy landlords charging $100 a square foot or more, and brainless chain stores who think they can get rich quickly just by opening a storefront in Greenwich. Interestingly, many of these BCS's have left with their tail between their legs after only a year or two. But the damage has been done, as yet another local landmark was no doubt forced to close so that the BCS could come in and wreak its self-destructive havoc.

Here we have moving, Greenwich-style. This just-built house was about to be torn down because the new owner wanted to build something even bigger...or did I already say that? Loath to see a perfectly good brand-new house go to waste, a savvy buyer purchased it and moved it to a vacant lot nearby, where no doubt it will serve as more than adequate shelter for its occupants for at least a few more years. Can you imagine, dear reader? In our disposable economy today, Greenwich leads the way: we build and tear down disposable houses.

Well, enough for now. Your scribe has places to go and people to see; of which more anon.