Stupidest Holiday Ever Claims Another Victim

The bizarreness that is Brooklyn-Queens Day is causing yet more trouble:

As the sun faded following a thunderstorm, police were walking shoulder to shoulder on the boardwalk, shining flashlights into the crevices of the pieces of lumber, looking for shell casings.

. . .

The mayhem on the boardwalk unfolded after hundreds of kids enjoyed a day off from school for Brooklyn-Queens Day.

Dun-Dun-Dun!

Less lede than first line from a dime-store mystery:

The five-alarm fire at O’Neill’s Pub in Maspeth took away a legendary gathering place for some residents of the neighborhood last week, but for others the fire also brought some peace and quiet.

Just Because You Rob A Bank Doesn’t Mean You Can’t Be Polite About It

Sometimes you violate the social contract and sometimes you uphold it. And sometimes both at once:

Like a scene from Allen’s classic film “Take the Money and Run,” a nebbishy knucklehead in a black yarmulke allegedly tried to rob a Bank of America in Queens only to give up after the teller refused to comply with his demand note.

. . .

“I am gonna rob the bank,” he allegedly yelled. “I have a gun, but I’m gonna wait on line.”

True to his word, [the suspect] patiently waited for his turn at the teller window. Once there, he allegedly said, “I’m gonna rob the bank.”

He added, “First, I’m gonna pass you a note . . .”, police sources said.

The note didn’t read, “I have a gub,” as in the famous robbery scene from the Allen flick, but it had just as little impact.

When [the teller] balked at giving him money, [the suspect] asked for the balance in his own account, police sources said.

Stuff New York Magazine Likes: Museum Renovations

Not that the Museum of the Moving Image isn’t a great cultural resource but arguing there’s a causal link between its recent renovation and an influx of condos with crystallized glass countertops seems like a stretch, even if you do avoid using the word “influx” because it’s one of those hugely overused flabby terms:

Sometimes, it takes a museum — or, rather, the much-hyped renovation of one — to retrain the spotlight on a neighborhood.

You Take The Good, You Take The Bad, You Take Them Both And There You Have An Association With Your Name That You May Not Have Wanted

The thing about attaching your name to, say, a bridge, is that you know have to read about yourself in all sorts of unintended contexts:

A car coming off the Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge jumped a curb and killed a 68-year-old man in Queens early Monday, cops said.

Location Scout: Queensboro Bridge.