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How about another upholstery shop here now instead of an Italian eatery, bank or 7-Eleven?
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This looks like it was taken after that major snow storm we had the winter of 1982-1983.
ReplyDeleteWow, the sidewalks of Stetzer's dreams. Love the shot.
ReplyDeletebecause nobody will buy upholstery
ReplyDeleteI went to Supper the other night, mediocre at best and they rushed the plates away. Like we need another pasta mill like that.
ReplyDeletebut people buy fabric. okay, so cute, trendy fabric, but that could definitely work here.
ReplyDeleteLisa, yes, that sounds about right. About six months after I moved from my ancestral homeland, Brooklyn, to the LES.
ReplyDeleteAnd, thanks, Ryan. Taken with my first grown-up film camera.
That was the greatest storm. I couldn't afford boots and tromp around with plastic bags strapped to spandex pants - waterproof, but not well-insulated, I fortified myself with a thermos full of brandy & coffee. Ah youf.
ReplyDeleteThat's a wonderful photo.Love it.
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