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The snow has been coming down, much like they said it would, except there's not as much of it as they said there'd be. It's not a blizzard. I'm not even sure if it's a snowstorm. It's just some snow, nothing much different than snow we've all seen before.

I left the office early to better prepare to panic at home later. Juno's coming, they said. Two to three feet of snow between now and tomorrow, they said. I brought the good camera along today and took a long walk towards the Canal Street J stop.

A crew started chiseling below my bedroom early this morning. My downstairs neighbors had decided now to make flat and of concrete what has long been patchy and of asphalt. They were making their liability a legitimate sidewalk.

At street level, right there, that is a hearse, parked, below my windows. The hearse is always there; I live above a funeral home in Bed-Stuy. 

Dang. Empty. Somebody already beat me to it.

I missed out on the free baby, but there were yet other artifacts to find in Crown Heights this afternoon. A bundle of soggy yellow newspapers on an awning, a crate of expired soups sat on the sidewalk under it. More than one bundle was on the awning.

On Sunday night, a vigil was being held for officers Rafael Ramos and Wenjian Liu, the two NYPD officers shot and killed Saturday.

A former baker at the iconic and now very crowded all the time because it's vintage and authentic and ethnic (Polish) Peter Pan Donuts & Pastries in Greenpoint left to open his own shop, named Moe's Doughs Donuts, almost comically close.

Chalked onto the brick wall across from Cafe Grumpy in Greenpoint:

"HEY PRINCESS HAVE FUN WITH IT"

I'm not sure if this is meant to be support the princess in her pursuits of entertainment or, because this is Brooklyn, sarcastic.

I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities.