Wednesday, June 20, 2018 NYC Brooklyn.  I have seen it all here.  I have learned here. I see how we all try to just get by. I will miss this place...not so much the place, but the journey in the place. 

Just sitting on the balcony at 530 when it became cool enough with a breeze to sit outside. Having a cold beer and munching on some microwave popcorn.  I've been rubbing my hand on the arm of the chair when the thought hit me that I could hear Carroll's voice saying "just rub the wood. It won't hurt anything.  The oils on your skin is good for wood." He'd sit there rubbing that birds eye maple pipe on his hands or on his jeans.  It kept getting closer and closer to being mirrorlike...What a talented wood worker/carpenter.  Sigh.