We moved to Bed Stuy to save money. Yes, that Bed Stuy. My wife Michele and I also wanted a second bedroom in the event we have a baby while we lived here. Little did we know that Holden was already with us on moving day. Which is nuts when you consider the fact that I made Michele carry the piano into our new apartment by crab-walking it in on her belly. Furthermore, it was also no help that I made her smoke all the cigarettes that we had no room to pack. Regardless, we moved to Bed Stuy, and that carried a decent amount of culture shock. We found that some of the reputation was earned (we're pretty sure those aren't fireworks we're hearing) and some things were not so true (I think the G train is one of the most reliable subway lines). I also wanted to include a photo in each entry, always taken in Bed Stuy, to highlight some of the overlooked beauty (one is coming for this entry as soon as I figure out why it will not load). That is the jumping off point for this blog. Let's see if I can go more than 2 entries without abandoning the theme to talk about my wife and son, or running, or improv, though those are bound to appear here as well.
