Sunday Afternoon in Brooklyn

Sunday was a nice day, so I walked all the way through the Slope to my usual Sunday afternoon jam at the other end of the neighborhood, and back, picturephone within easy reach.

Knives Sharpened! As a child, I quickly learned to distinguish the bell on this truck (a fire-alarm style bell, rung slowly, one gong every five or ten seconds) from the bell on the ice-cream truck (a series of little bells, jangled constantly by the Good Humor man).
Good Question! Outside a bar on Fifth Avenue.
Bluegrass in the Murk A terrible cell phone picture of the Ponkiesburg Pickin’ Party, at Jack’s on Fifth Avenue in Brooklyn. Note the banjo section on the left.
And to all a good night Along Fifth Avenue.