Gangster-type action

I would like to hire someone for a bit of "gangster-type action". I need a person skilled in the arts of knee breaking, poisoning and general roughing up. The individual I have in mind must be self motivated, driven by deep psychosis and comfortable with senseless violence. If some of my tax dollars are already paying for such services, I figure I could write off expenses involved in hiring thugs to take care of folks I don't like.

Here is just one problem my gangster could handle for me:

I can't find a spot for the car anywhere near my home because people in this city don't know how to park; two cars kill a spot in which three should easily fit. It also doesn't help that the radiator shop on the corner parks ten of their client's cars on the block. A personal thug could stand outside with a bat and swing at people who screw up the parking.

A laugh for after you get run down by this boat..

Gratuitous criticism

I can't look away from the slow motion nautical car crash that is Reid Stowe. Nearly sixty days in and they are becalmed off the coast of Africa at just the right latitude to be in the path of forming hurricanes. He recently wrote that he expects the trip to start going better because "summer is here". Funny, because his plan is to be sailing into the southern hemisphere where summer is not.

Then again, this small navigational error seems to have them near the house of Saud.

100 Movies

Docking bay 94, page 73:Johnston ,Navin R., 63 violent crimes, 49 minutes, after 15 it drops you onto the NJ turnpike..

The Odyssey: No Sleep Till Brooklyn

N.S.T.B. is our new mantra. It took Odysseus nine years to get back to Ithaca, the Warriors spent a night and a day returning to the safety of Coney Island, our ETA in Brooklyn is two or three years.
Instead of fighting cyclops in a cave and baseball gangs in Riverside park, we do battle with the inhabitants of Frisco and the evil mortgage monster.

NASA Explorers Salute Early Settlers

Max's first visit to 79th st

Squeezed in

Here's Shaba stuffed into her new slip, the bowsprit hangs over the front and the steering gear sticks out the back, there's not much room on either side either. Getting the boat through that marina and into the slip is like trying to thread a needle with a tugboat hawser. The real fun of the place is the motion: similar to docking in a washing machine that's falling down a flight of stairs. Rock and roll that requires all my dock line tying skills.
BUT HEY, I'M NOT COMPLAINING... the location can't be beat, I can ride my bike there, bang out of the marina and be sailing under the Golden Gate in an hour or two. I think its the best option for us in this town.

Front Fell Off

I like New York in June

Back at Ice Station Zebra (Frisco) after a 10 day visit to civilization (AKA NYC). Our springtime week in The City only served to reinforce (rub in our faces) this simple truth we figured out too late: New York is better than San Francisco. Of course this statement only holds true for people who wish to confront the world as it really exists; with art springing from filth, music mingled in noise, aroma chasing stench and weeks of beautiful weather sandwiched between the painful cold and brutal heat. Those who wish to hide in a fog bank on this windy left coast until they're shaken off the edge the continent, may go ahead and disagree.

We do owe Frisco (locals seem to think its uncool to call it that but I believe Otis Redding would disagree)for providing us with a platform of perspective....

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
- T.S. Eliot

We were exploring the possibility of a more comfortable life and found that the best kind of comfort comes from struggle and challenge. If I gave more credence to providence and faith I might say we ended up starting our family out here because it was meant to be. I'm more inclined to say our timing was a bit screwed up but the ease of life here has given us the slack, the breathing room, to bring Max into the world. So, as long as we return to Gotham before our son becomes a Friscian, it will all be for the best. My biggest regret, and my first mistake as a parent, is that the poor boy will not be born in NYC.