Love Lane

Love Lane is in Brooklyn Heights. It is all of one block between Hicks and Henry Streets, this being the exit on to Henry. Whenever I have occasion to pass it, I hear Jim Morrison in my head singing “she lives on Love Street.” Perhaps Jim’s road of love was longer, and not so bleak. And perhaps Love Lane is someone’s idea of a cautionary tale.

The good news is that I have to spend time today writing an extraordinary query letter to shop around the article I’ve written about immigrants in love and the quest for a Green Card. Vicki’s husband, who knows a thing or two about a thing or two gave me some good feedback and tips so off I go. The better news is that this is this evening post. Nice and short like Love Lane, and no political rants.

BTW – Max is now just under 20 pounds and I can’t weigh myself until I get the bourbon balls out of my refrigerator. Well I can, but I won’t.