Why I should leave the house more

Of all the places for heaven on earth, people rarely think of Queens.

I was just about to get to work when a friend called and said to meet him in the park for a picnic. So off we went to meet him and his son. My friend, a Steinway-Street restaurant owner, is a well traveled man. And his favorite place in the world? Astoria.

“It is heaven,” he said. “Where else do you find the whole world in a few blocks? And everybody getting along.”

He may have a point.

We got left-wing art:

 

 

Right-wing art:

 

And then in the park, a man approached looking suspiciously like Buzz Lightyear on a bike.

 

Turns out the man was carrying a plane. A small plane, but one that indeed flies. A model plane? Well, yes, but cooler. FPV-flying, I learned, means first-person-view flying. There’s a camera on front and he puts on goggles and flies from the plane’s perspective.

There’s also a second camera to record. He was trying out a new hi-def camera. Hopefully there will be a video of it soon.

 

“Like a predator drone?” I asked.

“No,” he said, “Because they can fly on their own. Without me, this crashes.”

Contact! (For take off, there are no wheels)

I’ll be damned if it didn’t fly around Roosevelt Island, buzz a tug boat, and make a soft and successful landing (especially when you consider there are no wheels).

Then on the way home we passed a Jersey farm stand on the most un-rural of streets (21st Street) and bought some peaches, corn, and tomatoes. (see next post)

And this was just today. Last week we even our very own alligator on the loose just two short blocks from my home.

I really should leave the house more.

I probably would if it weren’t for the loose gators!