Radio Belly! Cat Shovel!

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Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon!
running rampant into those almost climactic suites
yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel!
O I’d live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls
I’d sit there the Mad Honeymooner
devising ways to break marriages, a scourge of bigamy
a saint of divorce-

Meanwhile, on Fly Street . . .

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A long-gone building at 42 Fly Street in Buffalo, also long gone. In the infamous Canal District, the baddest of red-light districts in the entire country. This is one kind of old building I really like. Lots of character and a very utilitarian building besides. The current use of the property is for several of the Marine Drive Apartment buildings.

In the smell of bread

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Garfield Weston, longtime head of George Weston Limited, Canada’s largest food company, was born in the apartment above his father’s Toronto bread factory in February 1898. BreadYears later, he recounted a family story of how his father, George Weston, brought him down to the bakery floor, shortly after his birth, to put him “in the smell of bread.”

Bertoia Screen in NYC

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Via Corinne Robbins, a look at a restored sculpture in NYC. Sixteen feet tall and seventy feet across, once a screen in Gordon Bunshaft’s Manufacturers Hanover branch bank, it takes up the entire back wall of the second floor of the Joe Fresh clothing store. I like the plentiful and powerful texture and its large presence as an element in the room.