I know that I wrote about the liquor store near my Bedford Stuyvesant apartment. We've been pretty busy unpacking our new apartment and setting it up around hospital visits for a friend and a busy work schedule.
Two weeks ago, we ran out of rum. Last night, we ran out of whisky. Finally, I decided it was time to go get some more. David stopped me when I came into the apartment to let me know we were out. It was 10:00 at night. In my old neighborhood you could visit the liquor store on just about any block and they were open until 1:00 a.m. or 2:00 a.m. When you walked in, you were sure to run into one of the local men who was high as a kite and either funny or belligerent.
Last night, I had to look up where some liquor stores were in our new neighborhood. I guess it's a good sign that there are not very many easy to find liquor stores? Those that are there are not open at 10:00 p.m. and host things like wine tastings. I love this new neighborhood, but this is definitely an inconvenience :)
I walked the half mile to the liquor store and walked in. There was actually a counter and a clerk and rows of bottles you could touch and look at. The clerk was friendly and made some recommendations about what to buy.
This was so different from my old hood http://www.brooklynjunk.com/2015/09/as-salamu-alaykum-1-cent-and-some-rum.html
Walking back from the store, I found a penny on the sidewalk. Now that I'm living with my fiance, we are both picking up pennies and money on the street. Our penny bank is filling up faster. Yesterday, on the anniversary of the death of one of David's family, he found a dime on the sidewalk. I'm grateful for the continued blessings from above. I'm reminded every time I find money on the street that I'm in a good place.