Honoring June's arrival with a walk down Brooklyn's Myrtle Avenue, then into Vinegar Hill...

I continue to be fascinated by Brooklyn. I found what I read months ago is Brooklyn's smallest house...on Concord St., right off bustling Flatbush Avenue. There's also some bizarre tiny car/golf cart-like thing parked in front. I'd love to know who lived there. Before that, I discovered Fort Greene Park is rather mountainous and also that I CAN successfully walk through Bed-Stuy without being shot. I wound up my jaunt by thoroughly examining Vinegar Hill, which is a super small and out-of-the-way section between Dumbo and the Navy Yard. There's cobblestone streets and houses that date to the 1800s, not to mention empty storefronts that appear frozen in time after the owners just fled. The icing on the cake is this elegant white Navy mansion behind closed gates, complete with 1940s automobile. I felt like I was in a WWII movie. All very bizarre and fascinating. And THEN I was thoroughly exhausted...much like the 1:43am Panting Jogger sounds now...so I rewarded myself with a coffee frapp from the Dumbo Starbucks, which was so fucking tasty it ain't funny. I could've chugged a gallon of it. One F train to West 4th, one Gray's Papaya dog, one Benny's mammoth size pizza slice, and one long bike ride later, I reached home, vowing I'd finally turn in at a normal hour. And here it is, 1:48am, and I'm still up. Hello, June!