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The Time Capsules Of Our Lives
I haven’t written anything new on Medium in about five days, which might be a record absence for me since mid-2021, in part because I went and visited my parents at (bougie alert) a house they were renting in the Hamptons. (Please note it was a modest home in Hampton Bays, not anything tony like Easthampton).
I was up there for about four or five days, if I recall. Aside from the relative indignity of seeing your parents age as an only child, it was a good time. More on that in future posts, I’d assume.
On the way back to Texas on Sunday, my wife and I went to Brooklyn and had brunch over there (bougie alert II). It was good, which you’d hope when brunch is about $80 and you’re not even drinking. Before going to LGA Airport, we decided to stop in Astoria, where I lived from 2008 to 2012 (late 20s/early 30s of adulthood).
We stopped at Sunswick, a relative dive bar on 35th Street with good beers. We were the only people there around 12:30pm on Sunday. The neighborhood in that area hadn’t changed much, aside from a new cafe/restaurant (Sac’s?) near the Kaufman Studios. On the way to LGA, I told my wife to drive our rented Hyundai Santa Fe down 35th to Astoria Boulevard. In the process, we passed 2808 35th Street, a non-descript brick…
