Bridge piers, wires forming a catenary curve, and a Volkswagen Jetta.

Yet. More. Karaoke.

I think we're singing harmony here, but there's really no way to be sure.

Emmy's bangs: very punk rock.

Gwen leans on Rich, while he rests his arm on a thoroughly imaginary microphone stand.

We even had go-go girls at one point in the night!

Kristin is shimmying, while Aviva prefers to be shaken (not stirred).

So now I turrrrrrrrnnn to yoooooooooooouu........

... with ooooooooo-pen aaaaarmmmmmmmmmsssssss!

Air guitar on "Johnny B. Goode." I'd say that Chuck Berry is turning over in his grave, but I'm not 100% sure he's deceased.

Sometimes you've just got to put your whole body into it.
Melissa knows this. Knows it in her very marrow.

Karaoke. Not for the meek.

Greg and Melissa doing a duet.

(Nothing says "punk rock" like argyle sweaters.)

Strike a pose.

The September 11 tribute lights.

Fire!

There was a fire on Carmine and Bedford. I liked this shot of the hydrant spraying everywhere.

Firefighters entering via ladder as the smoke pours out on Carmine.

More smoke.

West Village Architecture I Like

Another favorite, these twinned houses with mansard roofs and a shared courtyard, on the corner of Commerce and Barrow.

One of my very favorite buildings in New York. A courtyard apartment on Commerce Street in the West Village. My life ambition is to move about 400 yards west.

Big white Newfie on a doorstep on fashionable West 4th Street.