A LITTLE BIT OF HEAVEN

I spent last weekend in Newtown & Yardley, Pennsylvania. I had no idea that America could be so beautiful. Everything about it was quaint, right down to the Starbucks built into the ubiquitous pre-colonial structures.

I have decided that my next Big Project is to move to suburbia. Of course, at this point, I would probably have to sell a kidney just to be able to afford the picket fence (if even that).

My love affair with American suburbia continues even though :-

a) I can't afford it
b) there are many more skunks in suburbia than there are in Brooklyn (I know, I smelled several of them)
c) there is some interesting plant growth there, the kind that you brush against accidentally and your skin ends up itching for hours (I know, it happened to me). In Brooklyn, you are lucky to find a plant that is not half dead
d) everyone knows who you are
e) Manhattan is very far away
f) the streets remind me vaguely of the set of Desperate Housewives (I was realistic enough, however, not to hold my breath waiting for the cute gardener to appear.)

So, while my dreams now consist of white picket fences and Starbucks in quaint buildings, I continue to live my (more than comfortable) existence in good ol' Crown Heights, where crime continues to be on the rise (my landlord's car was broken into 5 days ago- glass smashed and everything - the scary part is that the car was parked 10 feet from my door) and the weather continues its funky journey into the fall.

Don't get me wrong, I love Crown Heights. But for now, I just can't get that white picket fence out of my head.....