The Times had a great post today about New Yorkers' favorite local commercials. Here's the link: A Tribute to Ads That Made an Impression and Then Wouldn’t Leave
And here is my favorite:
And here is my favorite:
"Luxury builder Toll Bros. is one of several developers looking into the redevelopment of a historic tennis stadium just outside of Manhattan."--- Toll in Play at New York Tennis Stadium, The Wall Street Journal
Marriott is giving Manhattan hotels a run for their money. Marriott International and Granite Broadway Development signed an agreement last week that will create the tallest hotel, according to Marriott.-- Pack Up Blog
"We are making everything onsite daily. Some flavors of Brownies are S'more, Chessecake, Espresso, Caramel and much more. We will also have homemade ice cream and French Macarons. The ice creams will range from Raspberry White Chocolate Ribbon to Peppermint Chocolate Chip. For the French Macarons we will have Lemon Curd, Dulce de Leche and a few other yummy fillings. We will also serve coffee. The opening date should be August 25 (hopefully), or anytime 1 to 2 weeks after that."Thanks for the update guys!
N.Y. / REGION
Faye Dunaway Faces Suit by New York Landlord
By CHRISTINE HAUGHNEY
Published: August 2, 2011
A landlord claims that the actress Faye Dunaway does not live in an apartment she has a rent-stabilized lease on.
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Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it. In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the square. Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer's day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three-o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.
People moved slowly then. They ambled across the square, shuffled in and out of the stores around it, took their time about everything. A day was twenty-four hours long but seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself.
-- To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee