SKELETONS IN BARCLAY’S CLOSET: EDITORIAL IN BROOKLYN PAPER

I loved the powerful editorial in this week’s Brooklyn Paper. It may be one of their best. Here’s an excerpt.

That an old, established, global bank has some skeletons in its closet should not surprise anyone. But the particular nature of Barclays skeletons should have given Ratner pause.

Those who downplay the significance of having the Barclays name atop a publicly subsidized arena that African-Americans will walk past every day — and where African-Americans will earn their living, both on the court and in the concessions stands — should put themselves in the shoes of the descendents of the slaves that Barclays family members once traded as property.

Naming an arena after a slave-trading family is a slap in the face, akin to a developer building an arena in Borough Park — with its high population of Holocaust survivors — and naming it “Volkswagen Field.”

READ MORE HERE.

I AM PARK SLOPE: A CONVERSATION AT BAX ON JAN. 21

I saw this in the Village Voice and had heard nothing about it. Sounds like quite the event. I am SO THERE. In fact, I CAN’T MISS THIS. Anyone care to join me?

I AM PARK SLOPE
Will diversity be part of our future?
January 21, 2007 6pm
admission: $5.00 suggested donation

— The BAX Platform is a hybrid conversation series combining the best of your front stoop and kitchen table with the unique perspective of the newsmakers – making sure all things are considered.

Featured Panelists: Chris Owens – Founder and Chairman of the Paul Robeson Independent Democrats (PRIDE), and an ardent advocate against the Atlantic Yards development; CB6 Chair Craig Hammerman; Brooklyn Pride’s Doreen De Jesus; longtime Park Slope residents, mother and son Marianna Gaston & Javier Gaston Greenberg (Marianna helped found Brooklyn New School); Pauline Toole & Gene Russianoff – Park Slope Parents and (Gene) staff attorney for New York Public Interest Research Group; Dr. Susan Fox of Park Slope Parents; Emily Millay Haddad (recently featured in a New York Times story on Park Slope); and Nancy McDermott, a founding member of NY Salon in conversation with BAX Executive Director Marya Warshaw

Amid a “fast-changing, perpetually gentrifying (NY Times)” neighborhood, what Park Slope lacks is a conversation between the people who dug their heels in decades ago and its more recent settlers. In the 70s, it was “hippie slope.” Then in the late 70s and early 80s it became known as “dyke slope.” By the 80s, Wall Street companies were giving prospective employees bus tours of the neighborhood. Who’s here now and what values do we/can we/should we hold as neighbors? Join us to explore and discuss this hot-button topic.

ON LEAVING PARK SLOPE: BUFFALO GIRL SPEAKS

This is from a Third Street friend who left Park Slope for Buffalo. Thanks for writing Buffalo Girl. Great to hear from you. And you are, of course, absolutely right. I did leave out a whole bunch of reasons why people leave.

Addressing your “Deserters” article. We too left several years back & I think too many NY’ers think NY is the only city in the world! The cost of living and trying to maintain self preservation was simply too high, trying to keep up was simply too impractical. Let’s not forget Park Slope is primarily upper middle class with some leftover strugglers and young whimsical newcomers. If one were to either have struck it well in the 90’s, were well on their way to high positions in life, or perhaps had maintainted the 3rd very common reality of having families with $ to back them, well they seemed to at least maintain a casual smile. Any one of those options afforded our friends the luxuries of being able to simply rent a car to leave the slope on a sizzling weekend in July-or if bored with that- they crossed the ocean to Madrid or Switzerland for a happy family vacation or perhaps Summer camp for the wee ones. That not being the case for all, but rather an i llusionary promise of rejuvenation, perhaps that is at the core of this so called “desertion”.

I ‘m convinced you wrote the article with intentions of love-so I guess I can’t be too hard on you…but I also have many friends I left behind and most had a small trust fund or a rather large bank account. Come on SMART- MOM- get real!! I’m not particularly bitter, but I left knowing myself & my children would never be completely happy about the move, leaving behind all the fabulousness NY offers, but some of us simply had no back-up or personal independent future there, at least not at that time. Though we loved everything,…. except the 60 mice we killed in our apartment, the fact that our landlord was a shit , the fact that we were forced to stick ice packs on the thermostat to warm ourselves above 66 degrees in the cold of winter, and even more important, the fact that we couldn’t create anything of substance because we were big object makers, painters etc. and had two kids in our work space, or rather we worked in our living space, or I don’t know it was all a jumble all the while working & traveling 16 hours a day, to put home-made food on the table with no real promise. All that in 800 sq ft!! Yep it was awesome!

I find it disturbing that your opinions seem to neglect so many other realities- No, not an attachment to the burbs or the yards…but rather, out of options. Your poking reminders of the reality that we left behind is frustrating and somewhat insensitive. Do your really think everyone that leaves, does not deeply miss the activities and relationships NY has to offer? – And offer though it may, it still adds up to one high income or slaving for environment.

Looking back , I have rich memories of how my friends & I had crossed cultural and financial boundaries- to find unity in common values, goals and desires but I question that now. One of my very good friends left Park Slope & bought a 4 million dollar spot in Switzerland & somehow we are still connected. Others who stayed in Park Slope simply ignore those who leave- what does that say about the “Slopers”?

The seemingly general lack of sensitivities from those who stayed in the Slope, to all who may have left for this or that reason makes me wonder if I too was living in the cultivated, Park-Slope, landscape of delusional fantasies…

Let’s face it -there are many great cities and though Park Slope holds my heart, I realize now it was even more about the people that I loved including you, Smart Mom- Yep I thought we were becoming good friends and I too have not heard from you once since leaving- though I had sent e-mails several times- they all went unanswered.

For those who work to stay connected, relationships are the same now as they were then with our NY friends- though we can’t hang with them directly, and we’re not able to drink wine with them weekly, gaze stupified at the Halloween parade as we all watch in awe, or lazily hang & gossip on the stoop, we still manage to talk about the same old subjects- $ Art. politics, our disdain for Bush, environment, progress, missing the Co-op, not missing the Co-op, our fabulous teens, education, family issues, private dreams etc. Those issues continue on and have been the thread that binds, if you will, regardless of geography and whose doing what. Perhaps those connections are your road to reunions with old friends. Much more genuine than location! To me it seems the “deserters” are still in Park Slope!

NEW AND IMPROVED BROOKLYN PAPER

Lots and lots of news this week from the Brooklyn Paper, including the latest on the real Powerplay story.

1. WOW! Did The Brooklyn Paper really go after Ratner on the naming-rights deal? Read it all here:
2. You’ve heard the rumors, now get the REAL Powerplay story:
3. Politics: Finally, the Dems target Rep. Vito Fossella. Hmm, isn’t that about six months too late (or a year too early)?
4. Arts: Almost two-dozen Brooklyn arts groups are facing massive cuts in grants from Altria. (Smoke ’em while you got ’em)
5. The Brooklyn Angle: Tetherball — the original "city game" — is back!
6. Broken Angel update: Arthur Woods — with his artistic vision (and code violations) — is set to design MORE buildings!
7. Smartmom: The Oh So Feisty One gets a piano:
8. Backfat gets pinched! Graffiti vandal collared in Windsor Terrace:
9. HOW DARE THEY! Brooklyn Paper photographer Tom Callan is SMACKED on the job!
Of course, our GO Brooklyn section is on top of the latest restaurant, arts and cultural trends.
10. G’dinner, mate: Aussie restaurants popping up all over:
11. Camera Obscura hits Greenpoint!

GOOD NEWS ON THIRD STREET

Suzanne, a good friend and Third Street neighbor, was diagnosed with Hairy Cell Leukemia in 2006. She has blogged about it twice on Glamour Magazine’s "Life with Cancer" blog, written by Erin Zammett Ruddy. Here’s Suzanne’s latest post  with lots of good news. I post this with gobs of love and support for Suzanne, who is without a doubt the most inspiring and stylish woman on Third Street

I’m checking back in to fill you all in on the status of my cancer
(Harriett’s back!). Well, it’s a new year…and it’s remission for me!
What a rollercoaster last year was—the diagnosis (I, like Lance
Armstrong, was diagnosed on 10/2!), the waiting, the chemo, the
anticipation, the exhaustion, the sickness, the ups and downs, the
tears. Then, my favorite moment in 2006 when my brilliant doctor, Mark
Heaney, gleefully reported that my weekly visits were over and I could
start coming every three months just for check ups. I was officially in
remission, which meant that the hairy cells would be at bay for a good
eight to 10 years.

Cancer. Did I ever think I would get it? No. Did I ever think I
could beat it? No. But in the spirit of living each day to the fullest
(after reading Erin’s latest blog about living each day, I am giggling
to admit I made that as a resolution!), I’m confident that with every
challenge I face, I will be stronger because of this experience. I’m
grateful mostly for the loving support of my family and friends and for
all I have learned both about the disease and about people. I have met
incredible new friends and I appreciate their influence on my life. A
belated but very grateful happy new year to all of you!

ADARRO MINTON A NO-SHOW AT BROOKLYN READING WORKS

You won’t believe what happened last night at Brooklyn Reading Works? The writer, Adarro Minton, didn’t show up. Can you believe it?

At 7:45, after I set up the reading on the first level of the Old Stone House because Adarro is wheel-chair bound, I got concerned. Usually the writers show up early.

Then I got worried. I called my friend Red Eft who knows Adarro. She’d heard from him on Wednesday that he was going down to Brooklyn for the reading. She gave me his phone number and at 8:10 or so called him at home. Imagine my surprise when he answered the phone.

I almost fell over. Well, as you know Adarro isn’t in the best of health. He said he was sick yesterday and on a respirator. So he forgot. It slipped his mind.

But why didn’t he call. What time exactly did he remember? Questions. Questions. Here’s what he said happened: he  asked his friend to check his email (at what time exactly?) and his friend told him there were two emails, one from Brooklyn Reading Works and one from Red Eft.

OH NO. OOPS. OMIGOD. He must have thought or said (at least I hope so). Still why didn’t he call or email? That’s the part I don’t understand.

Lord knows, we’ve all forgotten to do things: remembered something in the morning but forgotten about it in the afternoon. Then you get a call from the friend you’re supposed to have coffee with. The people at the meeting you scheduled. The doctor’s office you were supposed to be in.

Who hasn’t done that? You look at your calendar that evening and…Omigod. I can’t believe I forgot. Truth is, it happens very rarely for me I am glad to report. But it has happened.

And I always call when I realize my mistake.

Suffice it to say, Adarro is a really nice person and very charming and he was sincerely apologetic. "This is so not like me," he said. "I never do things like this." He was sick yesterday. On a respirator. I completely understood that part of it.

But you coulda called.

Still, I am pissed and hurt. Initially, I felt diminished and unimportant. It played into all my insecurities. Why am I  doing BRW if it’s not even important enough for the author to show up?

That’s what I was thinking when I went to bed. It’s hard enough doing the publicity and getting people to show up. Boo hoo. I felt tired and worn down. My spirit was flagging.

I want to thank Brooklyn Record, Until Monday, Gowanus Lounge and others for blogging the event. That meant a lot to me.

NOW I’m just annoyed. I’ve done about twenty BRW readings and I usually have two, three or more  readers. And in all the readings (and that’s 40 to 50 writers) I have NEVER had anyone forget. Thankfully, that just doesn’t happen.

So here’s my BRW resolution: communicate with all writers the day of the event and always have more than one person per reading.

Adarro Minton didn’t get to read from his collection of short stories, Gay, Black, Crippled, Fat.  If you want to buy the book, go to  Amazon. If this blurb is any indication, it might have been an interesting evening.

"I survived mescaline, blotter acid, cocaine, freebase
cocaine, crack, danger sex in subway bathrooms, hunger, homelessness,
and three serious suicide attempts. In 1999, I lost the use of my arms
and legs to a mysterious, and still undiagnosed form of myositis.
Thanks to 12 steps, and the love of K.D. Haynes, I got up (so to speak)
off of my clinically depressed ass, and in the year 2000, I began to
forage through a lifetime of stories circling my soul. This collection
represents the first set of them."

LARGE TURNOUT AT INTERFAITH EVENT AT OLD FIRST

I ran into my blog friend, Pastor Daniel Meeter, and he told me that there were 400 people at the interfaith Martin Luther King event on Sunday January 15th. Here’s an excerpt from Pastor Meeter’s blog.

Last night we hosted our Martin Luther King Service on behalf of the
Brooklyn Interfaith Alliance. This is a new organization, and a whole
new partnership. At our final planning session last week, we said we
hoped for 200 but made figured that if we got 100, we would find a way
to turn it into a success.

On Saturday I printed up 200
bulletins. But the response was so tremendous that as the service began
on Sunday afternoon we were frantically printing up more. We believe we
had some 400 people. Rev. Clinton Miller and I were co-chairs of the
event, and I said in his ear, "Look at the response," and he said, "I
think we’ve got our quorum!"

We had to expand the program to
welcome an Imam chanting from the Holy Koran, extra speeches and extra
elected officials. Our keynote speaker was very gracious in his
patience as he waited for his turn, but it was well worth the wait. He
was Rev. Dr. Gary Simpson of the Concord Baptist Church, and he had us
on our feet as he ended with John 9:4, We must work the works of him who sent me while it is day, night is coming when no on can work.

The congregation gave about $1000 in offering to www.anysoldier.com (to support our under-supplied soldiers and sailors) and to Black Veterans for Social Justice.

We
are a small congregation with a big space. We are thankful that we can
serve God by offering special services that the community wants to
attend.

GAY, BLACK, CRIPPLED, FAT: ADARRO MINTON

Thanks Cheryl Burke of Until Monday for this nice blurb about tomorrow’s reading at the Old Stone House. I don’t know about you, but I am really excited about this event. So what if it’s a cold night. There will be door prizes, treats, refreshments and a raffle. Plus a great writer!!!

Adarro Minton is a
survivor, who has, according to his bio, lived through “the disco era
in New York City, in imagined opulent splendor at Studio
54…mescaline, blotter acid, cocaine, freebase cocaine, crack, danger
sex in subway bathrooms, hunger, homelessness, and three serious
suicide attempts.” On Thursday he reads from his short story collection
Gay, Black, Crippled, Fat at at Brooklyn Reading Works.

Thursday, January 18, 8 pm
$5

The Old Stone House
Fifth Avenue (between 3rd & 4th Streets)

SEEING GREEN SAYS: SPEAK EASY

SpeakEasy: Stories from the Back Room: Biscuit Barbecue 230 Fifth Ave. at President Street, Brooklyn (formerly Night and Day) Thursday  Jan. 18 8:30 pm. Doors open at 8:00. 

Krista Weaver (One Guitar Woman) will perform.
Join
Sherry Weaver and her band of storytellers-Albert Stern, Jon Levin,
Darlene White, Peter Lubell, Michele Carlo, and Margot  Leitman-for an
evening of startling personal revelations!
$8 plus one drink or food item minimum. www.speakeasystories.com

Oops. It’s the same night as Brooklyn Reading Works with Adarro Minton, author of "Gay, Fat,  Crippled, Black, a collection of short stories. 8 p.m. The Old Stone House. Fifth Avenue between 3rd and 4th Streets.

WATERFRONT IN TRANSITION: MUNICIPAL ARTS SOCIETY

 The Brooklyn Record brings news of an interesting exhibit at the Municipal Art Society and tonight is the opening.  From 6 to 8 p.m. they hold an opening for their new exhibit,
"Waterfront in Transition: Developing
Brooklyn’s Green Crescent."

The exhibit includes maps and text prepared by the Municipal Art Society and photos Giles Ashford.

MAS is hosting a panel discussion on
"Shaping Greenpoint and Williamsburg’s Public Waterfront" that evening
from 6:30 to 8:00 p.m. Urban design experts and city officials will get
together to examine plans for a new waterfront.

Both events take place at the Urban Center; 457 Madison Avenue at
East 51st Street. (Subway: 6 to 51st Street; E, V to Fifth/53rd; B, D,
F to Rockefeller Center.) Both the reception and discussion are free
and open to the public, but for the panel discussion on February 7,
seating is limited and reservations are encouraged. RSVP to
rsvp@mas.org or 212-935-2075. The exhibit will be on view through
Wednesday, March 14.

NICE PICTURE TODAY, HUGH

Sometimes Hepcat and I are like ships passing in the night.

Like yesterday: He works. I work. He comes home, I go out to writer’s group. I go to bed, he stays up late printing pictures, posting No Words_Daily Pix, reading.

Sometimes I learn what he’s thinking about by looking at the Daily Pix. Like today. It’s a beautiful picture. He probably took it in the last day or three. Branches. Birds. Buds. Whisp of brownstone. Dots. Brooklyn abstraction.

It’s a nice photograph, yesireeee.

That Hugh. He sure makes nice photos.

RATNER NAMING DEAL WITH BARCLAYS BANK

I got this press release from Develop Don’t Destroy this morning in my inbox about constitutional Rights v. Naming Rights. Ratner has announced a naming rights deal with  Barclays Bank. From Develop Don’t Destroy:

BROOKLYN, NY — The NY Post announced today that developer Bruce Ratner has reached a lucrative arena naming rights agreement with London-based Barclay Bank.

Lost in this highly speculative agreement to brand the publicly funded* arena proposed in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn, is that the construction of Barclays Arena depends on the outcome of the federal eminent domain lawsuit filed in October. The suit claims that the use of eminent domain to clear out homes to pave the way for the arena is unconstitutional.  Currently 12 individuals (homeowners, tenants and business owners representing 26 residents) are plaintiffs on a federal lawsuit which says that the seizure of homes by New York State for Bruce Ratner’s "Atlantic Yards" and its arena is unconstitutional.

The arena cannot be built without the taking of those homes.

“Barclays Bank and Bruce Ratner are grossly jumping the gun since this publicly funded arena cannot be built without my home. And currently a federal court has begun reviewing the constitutionality of the taking of my home and the homes of my neighbors. Of course this lawsuit throws into question the value of these highly speculative naming rights,” said Develop Don’t Destroy Brooklyn spokesperson Daniel Goldstein. “This lucrative, yet speculative, naming deal is yet another sweetheart deal for Ratner. The public funds the arena construction and Ratner makes the profit on the bank’s logo."

The public would entirely fund the construction of Bruce Ratner’s Barclays Arena. The arena construction is to be paid for by triple-tax-free bonds (government and the public don’t yet know how much that bond debt service is but the last arena construction cost estimate was $637 million). The debt service is to be paid in the form of Payments in Lieu of Taxes (PILOT). So while Ratner does not pay property tax, which would normally go into the city treasury, instead he pays an equivalent payment towards the arena bond. It’s as if government allowed you to forego your taxes and use that money to renovate your bathroom AND help pay off your mortgage. But we don’t publicly fund bathroom renovations or mortgages.

“Barclays Arena. That almost sounds like Brooklyn Arena…but not. It goes to show that, once again, ‘Atlantic Yards’ has nothing to do with Brooklyn and everything to do with lucrative deals for Bruce Ratner,” concluded Goldstein.

VIDEO GAME STORE HELD UP

I’m guessing that the store the Brooklyn Paper talking about is Game Stop. What people will  do for an X-Box.  By Lilo H. Stainton.

Two men with a gun stole nearly $3,000 in video games and $1,600 in
cash from a Seventh Avenue store and left the clerk tied up in the back
when they fled on Jan. 7, police said.

The 21-year-old clerk said the pair wandered into the store, at
Garfield Place, at 10:40 pm. As they browsed the games, one asked about
prices.

“How much is the Nintendo?” he asked.

But the second man had other plans. “I want an Xbox 360,” he insisted.

When the clerk went to the back room to fetch the device, the thugs
swung into action. One blocked his return to the floor, with a gun
drawn. He grabbed the game, and several others. But before they left,
the pair forced the victim to the bathroom and tied him up with duct
tape.

SOLD AND SAVED: BROKEN ANGEL SAYS GW

Gowanus Lounge has the Broken Anel story:

It’s official, the Clinton Hill landmark, Broken Angel, has been sold and will be developed as condos. Creator Arthur Wood will work to design the new development. The move toward a sale had been reported over the last two weeks. The new figure in the Broken Angel saga is Shahn Andersen
(although an email from Chris Wood that arrived at midnight refers to
him as "Shaun" Andersen). An empty lot next door will also be developed
as "arts space." Mr. Wood says he feels it is the "best opportunity" to
work on the design and keep the "spirit and details of Broken Angel
intact." We assume that is Mr. Andersen with Mr. and Ms. Wood in the
photo from onebadapple

above. Here is the full text of Mr. Wood’s statement:

LAURIE ANDERSON READ ALLEN GINSBERG POEMS LAST NIGHT

So I got to hear Laurie Anderson read this poem by Allen Ginsberg at the Beat Celebration at the 92nd Street Y and you didn’t because no one wanted the extra tickets I had. Memoirist Joyce Johnson, poet Hettie Jones, author and photographer Ann Charters, and archivist Bill Morgan were great, too.

Song  

        The weight of the world
        is love.
        Under the burden
        of solitude,
        under the burden
        of dissatisfaction
        the weight,
        the weight we carry
        is love.
        Who can deny?
        In dreams
        it touches
        the body,
        in thought
        constructs
        a miracle,
        in imagination
        anguishes
        till born
        in human–
        looks out of the heart
        burning with purity–
        for the burden of life
        is love,
        but we carry the weight
        wearily,
        and so must rest
        in the arms of love
        at last,
        must rest in the arms
        of love.
        No rest
        without love,
        no sleep
        without dreams
        of love–
        be mad or chill
        obsessed with angels
        or machines,
        the final wish
        is love
        –cannot be bitter,
        cannot deny,
        cannot withhold
        if denied:
        the weight is too heavy
        –must give
        for no return
        as thought
        is given
        in solitude
        in all the excellence
        of its excess.
        The warm bodies
        shine together
        in the darkness,
        the hand moves
        to the center
        of the flesh,
        the skin trembles
        in happiness
        and the soul comes
        joyful to the eye–
        yes, yes,
        that’s what
        I wanted,
        I always wanted,
        I always wanted,
        to return
        to the body
        where I was born.


       

PARK SLOPE: 1987

Writer Richard Grayson sent this "So You’re Thinking of Living in Park Slope" from the New York Times in 1987.

May 17, 1987

JAN HODENFIELD remembers six years ago when a town house in Park
Slope could be bought for less than $200,000 and Seventh Avenue was
mostly bodegas, cobblers and neighborhood bars. Today, brownstones cost
$750,000 and a Benetton clothing store opened on the avenue in October.

”When a Benetton opened on Seventh Avenue, we knew what had
happened,” said Mr. Hodenfield, a freelance magazine writer. ”When I
came to Brooklyn 12 years ago, it was certainly not chic. This is a really hot neighborhood now.”

Park Slope, once a place where middle-class urban pioneers could
find bargains on rowhouses, has become popular and, consequently,
expensive. Its exquisite Victorian town houses, shaded by Norwegian
maples and ginkgos, have in recent years lured droves of New Yorkers
seeking refuge from Manhattan’s frenetic pace, cramped apartments and
soaring rents. They have also helped win it a historic district
designation as a ”vivid illustration of the characterization of Brooklyn as a ‘city of homes and churches.’ ”

The influx has transformed what was largely a working-class
neighborhood into an upper-middle-class enclave of expensively
renovated private homes, co-ops, boutiques and restaurants.

Residents prize the Slope for its proximity to Prospect Park, the Brooklyn Mu-seum, the Brooklyn
Public Library and the Botanic Garden as well as for its hybrid
atmosphere of small-town intimacy and big-city sophistication that the
writer Russell Banks, who lives there, once called ”a sense of
domestic refuge.”

On a recent Sunday, its tranquil streets, bathed in the lambent
green of budding trees, were full of parents with children strolling
calmly toward the park. The sky stretched languidly above, free of the
towers that corral it in Manhattan.

”The place lives,” said Jacqui Miranda, who edits a local
newsletter and has lived in the Slope more than 16 years. ”We can see
the sky here and trees.”

”It’s not quite as oppressive as Manhattan,”
said Rachel Klein, a writer who bought a brownstone in the north end of
the neighborhood in 1980. ”It’s greener, more casual, like a little
town in a way. Everyone knows each other.” The area takes its name
from its geography, lying on the long slope west of Prospect Park above
Fourth Avenue, bounded by Flatbush Avenue to the north and the Prospect
Expressway to the south.

Real-estate agents say the supply of houses has been exhausted and
prices are climbing steadily by more than 20 percent a year. Today,
three-story brownstones range in price from $250,000 in fringe areas
near Fourth Avenue up to $900,000 for properties on Eighth Avenue and
Prospect Park West, the boulevard that runs north and south along the
park. Brownstones near the middle of the Slope average $750,000.
Condominiums and cooperatives are similarly expensive but more
available. One-bedroom apartments run from $90,000 to $180,000;
two-bedroom units range between $120,000 and $200,000; three-bedrooms
cost $300,000 or more. There is still a substantial amount of rental
property available, agents said, ranging from $850 a month for studio
apartments to $1,800 for a duplex.

The escalating values have priced many out of the town-house market.
”For a lot of people, the dream of owning a house is becoming nothing
more than a dream,” said George Cambas, a real-estate agent who has
lived and worked in Park Slope since 1973. ”They are forced to settle
for an apartment.”

The neighborhood’s main commercial artery, Seventh Avenue, is also
showing signs of changes wrought by rising rents. Boutiques and trendy
restaurants have proliferated at a rapid rate along the street, which
for years was a strip of laundries, newsstands, pharmacies, bodegas,
bakeries, hardware stores and a sprinkling of Irish bars. Some of the
notable local eating establishments are Raintree’s, a French restaurant
at 142 Prospect Park West; J.T. McFeely’s, a steak house at 847 Union
Street, and Thai Taste at Seventh Avenue and Carroll Street.

Older businesses are moving to make room for more upscale
establishments. The six cobblers who used to ply their trade on the
avenue have all closed, while a D’Agostino’s supermarket, a hallmark of
affluent neighborhoods, plans a branch at Sixth Street and Seventh
Avenue.

Kevin Mooney, who has run Mooney’s Pub at 99 Seventh Avenue since
1969, said he has been unable to renew his lease, and the unglamorous,
low-key bar will soon move to Flatbush Avenue.

”They don’t want bars on Seventh Avenue anymore,” Mr. Mooney said.
”It was very, very sad, but we have to cope with the times.”

MOST of the new renovations and developments under way are in the
southern section of the Slope, once a working-class neighborhood with
several light industries. Developers have pushed past Ninth Street, the
previous mental boundary of the fashionable Park Slope, and begun
converting old factories and abandoned apartment buildings into co-ops.

The huge Ansonia
Clock Factory at 12th Steet and Seventh Avenue was converted in 1982,
spawning dozens of other projects. Today, more than 10 conversions are
under way or close to completion between 9th and 15th Streets and
Seventh Avenue and Prospect Park West.

Park Slope is ideal for rearing children because of the nearby
park’s ballfields, bicycle trails and zoo, but parents give the public
schools mixed reviews. The local grade school, P.S. 321, is considered
excellent with 84.7 percent of the students scoring at or above their
grade level on tests. But the junior high school, I.S. 88., fared worse
in the most-recent reading tests, with only 56.3 percent of the
students scoring at or above their expected level.

The neighborhood’s high school, John Jay, has been plagued in the
past by disciplinary problems and high dropout rates, but school
officials say it has made a remarkable turnaround in the last three
years. Since 1984, the dropout rate has declined to 9.6 percent, from
24 percent, and the school has started a new program to improve the
academic curriculum for college-bound teen-agers, according to Harold
Genkin, the principal.

The Berkeley
Carroll Street School, which has 540 students in classes from preschool
to 12th grade, is the only private school in Park Slope. Tuitions range
from $5,400 for preschool children to $7,400 for high school seniors.
The neighborhood also boasts several dance studios and the highly
regarded Brooklyn Conservatory of Music, which gives many recitals each year.

One drawback to living in Park Slope, residents said, is the rush-hour commute by subway to Manhattan, since trains are often crowded and delayed because of construction on the Manhattan Bridge.

Park Slope was virtually empty countryside in the 1850’s when Edwin
C. Litchfield, a lawyer and railroad executive, began developing
industry along the Gowanus Canal. After the Civil War, he sold off his
holdings near what is now Prospect Park, and developers built ornate
brownstones as summer homes for Manhattan’s wealthy.

During the first half of the century, the slope was a topographical
social ladder, with the working-class occupying modest rowhouses at the
bottom of the hill near Fourth Avenue and the rich living near the
park. It deteriorated during World War II when speculators bought up
private homes and turned them into rooming houses for workers at the Brooklyn
Navy Yard. In the 1950’s, the remnants of the upper-middle class
migrated to the suburbs and many buildings were left abandoned. Urban
”pioneers” moved in during the 60’s, buying dilapidated brownstones
for as little as $15,000, and they began the renewal that still is in
progress today. GAZETTEER Population: 65,202 (1980 census) Median
family income: $15,974 (1980 census) Rush-hour commutation: 30 minutes
to midtown via the D, M, Q or B trains from Seventh Ave. at Flatbush
Ave., 2 or 3 trains from Grand Army Plaza, or the F train from Seventh
Ave. and Ninth St. 20 minutes by car via Flatbush Ave. to the Manhattan
Bridge or the Gowanus Expressway to the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel. Median
town-house price: $750,000 Median co-op price: $195,000 Median rent:
$1,200. Public-school reading scores: P.S. 321 is 85th out of 613 New York City
grade schools. Councilmen: Abraham G. Gerges (D.-L.), Stephen DiBrienza
(D.). Historic building: The Montauk Club at Eighth Ave. and Lincoln
Pl., a men’s club built in 1891 in the style of a Venetian Gothic
palazzo. Its name is reflected in its varied Indian motifs

DO YOU WANT TICKETS TO BEAT GENERATION CELEBRATION AT 92ND STREET Y TONIGHT

I have two tickets to A 50th Anniversary Celebration of the Beats with Laurie Anderson, Ann Charters, Joyce Johnson, Hettie Jones and Bill Morgan at the 92nd Street Y tonight at 8 p.m.

In honor of the 50th anniversaries of two major works from the Beat era—Allen Ginsberg’s Howl (1956) and Jack Kerouac’s On The Road (1957)—writers and scholars gather to celebrate this influential movement. Recordings of Mr. Ginsberg are featured.

Tickets are $18. each. But I will give you a great DEAL if you want them. Email me: louise_crawford@yahoo.com

Pick them up on Third Street.

BUSCEMI IS GOING TO SUNDANCE, AGAIN

OTBKB fave and one of the Park Slope 100, Steve Buscemi, is in New York Magazine this week. “The Sundance Kid, the headline reads, “Still the toast of the festival, even if he understands that it’s not really about him anymore.”

The story by Logan Hill says that Buscemi is in two Sundance films this year. “Delirious” reunites Buscemi with Tom DeCillo, the director of 1995’s “Living in Oblivion.”

I’m wondering if my old friend from video biz days, Jim Farmer, did the music on the new one, too. Anyone know?

Writes Logan Hill, “Buscemi is an indie god among video store clerks: patron saint of character actors, working stiffs, and last-true-believers everywhere.”

Here’s another quote: “He’s a nice guy, a pre-Heath-and-Michelle, anti-Ratner, pro-firehouses kind of Brooklynite, relaxed and realistic.”

Logan, I know what you mean.

WHERE DO YOU FIND BOTH DOUGLAS RUSHKOFF AND RABBI ANDY BACHMAN?

You’ll find both of them in an article in this week’s New York Magazine, called, “Join A Brownstone Shtetl,’ part of their Inner Peace special issue.

The story is about Rabbi Andy Bachman my blog fave and the newish rabbi at Congregation Beth Elohim. Author Douglas Rushkoff and family are new members of the congregation and Doug is the author of ten books including, “Nothing Sacred,” about institutional Judaism and its discontents. Rushkoff says this of Rabbi Andy’s approach: “It’s this 21st centruy Judaism in this nineteeth-centruly facility.” I know what he means.

Rabbi Andy, who was one of the Park Slope 100, had this to say about his new job: “The concept of the ‘neighborhood rabbi’ is at the core of my work. If I forget to make a call to a sick person, if I was too brusque with someone, if I missed an appointment, I hear about it immediatel because we all live in the same neighborhood.”

I say this as a non-temple member: you gotta love the guy. And read his blog.

WHAT’S UP WITH SNOOKY’S?

A reader writes,

“What’s up with Snooky’s? “It was closed Friday and Saturday Yesterday, the windows were covered with brown paper. There are no signs. Two thoughts cross my mind: it’s going out of business or it’s been closed by the Health Department, but this is speculation on my part.”

I noticed that Snooky’s was closed and wondered if it was temporary or forever. If Snooky’s goes — that’s it. Snooky’s NEEDS to be on Seventh Avenue. It’s been there forever. We even went there once in 1992.

It’s a sports bar. A real bar. A party space. A repository of Park Slope history. It’s gotta stay. That’s all I can say. It’s gotta stay.

COULD IT BE THAT THEY’RE RENOVATING?

ARTIC FRONT ON ITS WAY

Cold termperatures are finally heading our way. This artic front is blamed for the unseasonably low temperatures in California. Temperatures on my mother-in-law’s farm in Northern California, reached 11 degrees the other night. She stayed up all night saving plants and trees and running water in the pipes to prevent them from breaking. Every hour or so, she had to hose hot water on her beloved, and old orange trees.

This from the New York Daily News:

An arctic front blamed for the bone-chilling temperatures from California to the Midwest is zeroing in on the city.

Weather experts are warning New Yorkers to bundle up as our so-far mild winter takes its most radical dip of the year.

“Basically, we’re going to see much colder temperatures than we’ve seen all winter, temperatures below normal,” said meteorologist Joe Pollina of the National Weather Service.

Pollina said yesterday’s high of 46 will seem like a beach day as the mercury plunges 10 to 20 degrees this week.

Wednesday is forecast to be the coldest with a high of 32 and a wind chill that will make it feel in the mid-20s.

The weather system produced ice storms that toppled trees, .ruined crops and wreaked havoc on the roads over the weekend throughout Texas and the Midwest. The storm has been blamed for the deaths of 21 people.

In California, temperatures in the mid-20s heavily damaged citrus groves and caused Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger to declare a state of emergency.

ADARRO MINTON: AUTHOR OF GAY, FAT, CRIPPLED, BLACK AT BRW

BROOKLYN READING WORKS AT THE OLD STONE HOUSE: Adarro Minton will read from his new book, Gay, Black, Crippled, Fat.

Thursday, October 18, at 8 p.m. The Old Stone House is located in JJ Byrne Park on Fifth Avenue between 3rd and 4th Streets. 718-288-4290.

About the Author by Adarro Minton:

I have been expelled from St Peter Claver, St Catherine of Siena, and The Union Springs Academy, a Seventh Day Adventist boarding school, after refusing to submit to a weekly shower game that five lusty upper-classmen came up with.
I survived the disco era in New York City, in imagined opulent splendor at Studio 54, Better Days, The Nickel Bar, 220 Club, The Saint, The Mineshaft, and The Paradise Garage.
I survived mescaline, blotter acid, cocaine, freebase cocaine, crack, danger sex in subway bathrooms, hunger, homelessness, and three serious suicide attempts.

In 1999, I lost the use of my arms and legs to a mysterious, and still undiagnosed form of myositis.

Thanks to 12 steps, and the love of K.D. Haynes, I got up (so to speak) off of my clinically depressed ass, and in the year 2000, I began to forage through a lifetime of stories circling my soul. This collection represents the first set of them.

HELP THE PARK SLOPE CHILDCARE COLLECTIVE

The Park Slope Childcare Collective needs temporary space for their kids. They had to leave their longtime location after a fire blazed through their Seventh Avenue church space.

Local groups, PS 321, Old First Church and Power-Play, came forward with offers of space. Unfortunately, Power-Play was closed down by the FDNY last week for some violations. I assume this will be resolved soon. But in the meantime, THE COLLECTIVE NEEDS SPACE.

PARK SLOPE: 1992

My friend sent me this story about Park Slope that appeared in the New York Times back in 1992.

By BRET SENFT
Published: November 1, 1992
PARK SLOPE is families everywhere and brownstones, street after street of them. Far enough from Manhattan for a neighborhood feel, it maintains, in its multiracial population and cultural institutions, what many residents call an urban sophistication.

“A very small-town community with a cosmopolitan attitude,” said George Etchison, a 20-year resident and owner of the Brownstone Gallery on Seventh Avenue, the Slope’s main street. The gallery’s current exhibition, “Made in Brooklyn,” features local artists and memorabilia from the borough’s heyday.

The “small town” was still a sparsely populated rural area in 1857, when the railroad financier Edwin C. Litchfield built an Italianate villa overlooking his vast property sloping down to the Gowanus Canal.

By 1874, the 526-acre Prospect Park was completed, designed by Frederick Law Olmsted and Calvert Vaux to encompass the villa, which now houses park offices. The designers, regretting the traverses of Central Park, their earlier commission, created a separate entity, Institute Park, for the main branch of the Brooklyn Public Library, the Brooklyn Museum and a 50-acre Botanic Garden, north of Flatbush Avenue.

Grand Army Plaza, the main entrance to the park, was patterned after the traffic circle around Paris’s Arc de Triomphe; Victory in her chariot pulled by four horses rides atop the massive Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Memorial arch.

In the 1880’s, mansions and brownstones for the English and German upper class, with stained-glass windows, carved oak paneling and high-relief plasterwork, were built along the park and adjacent blocks. Along Eighth Avenue off the Plaza are Romanesque Revival mansions built in 1888 by Thomas Adams Jr., creator of Chiclets chewing gum, and in 1891 by George P. Tangeman, the baking powder magnate. The Venetian Gothic palazzo built in 1891 for the private Montauk Club has a terra-cotta exterior and friezes depicting its eponymous tribe. The Park Slope Civic Council holds an annual neighborhood house tour in May.

As the area developed, distance from the park was measured economically, with more modest brownstones built in the central and south Slope for Irish and Italian immigrants working as servants for the gentry, on the waterfront or in factories.

In the 1950’s, with middle-class flight to the suburbs and social deterioration, one-family brownstones were converted to rooming houses. In the 60’s, so-called Brownstone Pioneers — young professionals, along with artists and teachers — reclaimed the rowhouses, buying cheap and embarking on long-term renovations.

“We called it ‘the schoolteacher’s coup’ — buying an Upper East Side-quality brownstone on schoolteachers’ pay,” said Everett H. Ortner, writer, historian and co-founder in 1968 of the Brownstone Revival Committee. (His wife, Evelyn, a longtime community activist, led the seven-year effort that culminated in 1973 in the designation of a historic district bordering the park and Plaza.)

In those “coup” days, a brownstone cost less than $25,000. Today, they cost $360,000 to $500,000, says Roberta L. Faulstick of William B. May Company, although “many handyman specials in the South Slope” average $250,000.

Most prevalent, however, is “the resegmentation of the housing stock into luxury co-ops,” said Clem Labine, a 25-year resident and publisher of Traditional Building, a magazine for professional restorers. Two-bedroom co-ops in brownstones run $125,000 to $250,000, said Ms. Faulstick.

Rentals range from $700 for a studio to $1,600 for a three-bedroom duplex, higher if there is a garden, terrace or roof deck.

ON a recent Sunday at the park boathouse, David Kaplan and his family enjoyed the Touch of Autumn fair organized by park rangers. Mr. Kaplan, a vice-president with Citibank, held his son Isaac, 2 years old, while Bonnie Quint Kaplan and their daughter Nadine, 5, toured the nature exhibits that were in the boathouse that weekend.

“This is a very relaxed place to live compared to Manhattan,” said Ms. Kaplan, unwrapping a sandwich for Nadine. The family lives in a seven-room co-op in a tall luxury building at 35 Prospect Park West, offering, Ms. Kaplan said, “a Fifth Avenue feeling, since we’re right across from the park, in a building we couldn’t possibly afford if it were in Manhattan.”

Among the amenities are the park, with its carrousel, which was renovated by the Prospect Park Alliance, and the zoo, which is to reopen next year after a $36 million renovation; a half-dozen day-care centers; the Pinch Sitters Agency, for last-minute babysitters; a farmers’ market in Grand Army Plaza each Saturday; the 3,850-member Park Slope Food Co-op in two converted carriage houses on Union Street; the Brooklyn Conservatory of Music, offering concerts and recitals, and, in warm weather, frequent brownstone stoop sales, the counterpart to suburban garage sales.

Inside the park bordering the neighborhood is the 11th Street playground, the nearby Bandshell and, across West Drive, seven ball fields for a thriving Little League population.

For the hungry, there’s a wide choice on Seventh Avenue, including New Prospect at Home (at St. John’s Place; take-out entrees, salads and pastries), the New Purity Restaurant (Union Street; since 1929); Inaka Sushi House (at Fourth Street) and the kid-friendly Two Boots Pizza (off Seventh at Second Street).

At Seventh Street, John J. Cortese runs the grocery his grandfather founded 77 years ago. His stock-in-trade, besides dry goods, fruits and vegetables, is children. As commissioner of the Park Slope Baseball League, he oversees 34 sandlot teams and coordinates umpires for 140 Little League teams in the spring.

“On Saturdays and Sundays, it’s a beautiful thing to see: wall-to-wall kids in Prospect Park,” he said.

A downside is the progressive neighborhood’s inability to reach consensus on social problems. Illegal street vendors clog the Seventh Avenue sidewalks on weekends and the homeless beg for change at several automatic teller machines. Does this bespeak urban blight or personal initiative? Neighborhood reaction is split 50-50, according to Craig R. Hammerman, assistant district manager for Community Board 6.

“THIS is a place where a marketplace of ideas are freely bantered about,” he said. “Thus, not merely the debate but the appearance of inaction can be frustrating.”

There are six elementary schools, with P.S. 321 on Seventh Avenue getting high marks for its heavy parental involvement. The Brooklyn New School, an alternative created by the district in 1987, with emphasis on individual hands-on learning, adjoins I.S. 88 (one of two junior high schools).

The once-troubled John Jay High School, with 4,000 students, got a $3 million Federal grant in 1989 to upgrade and introduce new curriculum, such as the law and justice program, with its model courtroom and forensic laboratory and a computerized library research system. The school has been divided into Houses (such as Law and Justice, Humanities and Computer), with corporate partnerships with I.B.M., which provided networked computer labs throughout the school, and Chemical Bank, which provided funds for special projects.

As for private schools, the Woodward Park School, created in 1978 in a merger with the Brooklyn Ethical Culture School, uses progressive Bank Street methods of experiential learning for its 160 students from nursery to grade 8. Tuition is $7,000 to $9,000 a year.

Founded in 1886, the Berkeley Carroll School, with 640 pre-k-12 students, emphasizes math, science and foreign language and has computer instruction starting in kindergarten. The Beyond Berkeley Carroll program has students volunteering in soup kitchens, geriatric centers and environmental projects throughout the neighborhood. Summer programs include a day camp, Young Scientists Institute and the well-known Creative Arts program. Tuition is $4,500 to $10,800 a year

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