As any of you who've I've ever sent cards to know, I don't live in Brooklyn. In fact I've never lived in Brooklyn. I grew up, for the most part, in upstate New York. I didn't spend much time in the City, and when I did it was with my Aunt in Manhattan. Not Brooklyn. In undergrad I went to a college up the Hudson that had easy train access to the City (Metro North!), and spent a lot of time on that train. By then my Aunt had moved to Queens, a gritty artist-heavy spot just off the East River in LIC. She had an entire building to herself, which was great, as using it as a crash pad for myself and college friends was not a problem. 23rd and Ely on the blue line was the subway stop, though Court House Square on the 7 was almost as easy. In any event, I took to calling 23rd and Ely my own, and after I graduated spent a good amount of time down there.
Then I went to Law School, and my Aunt moved to Brooklyn. Classon Ave was the nearest subway stop. I went to Law School in Ann Arbor, MI, a long ways from Brooklyn, and didn't visit much, but when I did, I tried to embrace the Classon Ave Station.
Since the realization that I would never play center field for an MLB finally set in during my early 20's, owning a sports bar has more or less been my life's ambition. I've always thought naming it after a Subway Station and doing a fake looking stairwell out front in a place like New Mexico would be cool. I'm a long ways off from opening a sports bar, but when I started this blog, I went with the same idea.
Now I'm ending this blog. For the simple reason that I don't really enjoy it anymore. It used to be fun, now it feels like work, something I have to do. I'm still going to work on my 1952 Topps blog, and spend even more time on my Wallach blog, but I just don't have the time or motivation to continue with this one anymore.
I want to thank everyone whose ever read it. You know where to find me if you need to.
So what began with an '82 Topps of Larry Parrish, ends with this.
