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Rockaway Beach

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The View From Argyle Heights: Rockaway Beach By Homeowner Harry (Another in a series of observations about life in West Midwood as it is lived today…or maybe not) Every weekend between May and September for the past 25 years, my wife would insist we drive to Rockaway Beach. Notice the phrase “weather permitting” did not appear in the prior sentence, because for “she who must be obeyed” it would take an actual drenching rain to postpone a trip. The ritual was always the same: I would park the car by the sea wall somewhere in the uncrowded Beach 130’s or 140’s, put the blinkers on, walk the gear down to the surf and plant the umbrella. When our son accompanied us, in a time before adolescence outlawed mingling with - UGH! - parents, this would be our cue to shout in unison “we claim this spot on behalf of the Enright Clan!”   Then we’d set up the blanket and chairs and I’d drive the car back to the huge parking lot at Reiss Park, a half-mile away, since there was no parking all

Supermarket Mania

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By Homeowner Harry (Another in a series of observations about life in West Midwood as it is lived today…or maybe not) So there I was driving in to the Key Food parking lot at Prospect & 11th Avenues in June when I saw this big sign in the window: “Going Out of Business. Must Sell All Items. Half Price.” Shocked I asked the gals at the check out who had been taking care of me for 20 years whether this could possibly be true. Yes, I was told mournfully, they learned for themselves earlier in the week and would all be going on unemployment if no other cashier jobs opened up elsewhere. I had a love-hate relationship with Key Food. Mostly I loved the fact that every Saturday at 8am I could roll up, do my shopping for the family for a week in an almost empty store and be home again after a total elapsed time of 45 minutes. True, the variety of most products wasn’t very good and you never knew from week to week whether the [fill in the blank] you had been buying for [fill in the bla

The Duke of Flatbush

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Duke and Willie   The View From Argyle Heights By Homeowner Harry (Another in a series of observations about life in West Midwood as it is lived today…or maybe not) April. Opening Day. Hope. Last season is washed clean. My team starts out in first place and probably won’t fall more than 15 games behind until May, by which time the NBA and NHL playoffs will be in full bloom. So yes, I’m a Mets fan. Not out of choice, I can assure you. And it’s not destiny either. It’s geography. My father was a Giants fan who was fond of saying Willie Mays was the best ball player he ever saw, “and that includes Ruth, Cobb, Williams and ANYBODY ELSE YOU’D CARE TO MENTION,” he’d interject before you could counter. And yet none of his nine kids followed him into Giants fandom. Instead we all rooted for the Brooklyn Dodgers. Duh. We lived only two miles from Ebbets Field – Rogers Avenue to Empire Boulevard and then left to Bedford Avenue. I don’t remember attending a game with my father there – but

Land Mark And The Mysterians

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--> The View From Argyle Heights By Homeowner Harry (Another in a series of observationsabout life in West Midwood as it is lived today…or maybe not) Thanks to the glorious submission fashioned by Jeff Ewingand Ron Russo of West Midwood, along with Robin Redmond of FDC and NicoleFrancis of Beverley Square West, the Historic District Council has agreed towork with them to fashion a proposal for the NYC Landmarks Commission. Their aim is to make ALL of VictorianFlatbush one gigantic Historic District. Or as Ron says, “Joe, those in the know call it an HD, so get with thelingo, dude.” If you have notkept abreast, visit the link at www.westmidwood.org . Or go to www.hdc.org/6tocelebrate_2012.htm and by all means see the article in the Ditmas Blog at http://ditmasparkblog.com/neighborhood-history/the-historic-district-council-celebrates-vicotrian-flatbush or save yourself a lot of time by reading the article in the March issue of the West Midwood Newsletter by Ron, Jeff and