I was reading an article about this new Condo in Brooklyn Heights called “One Brooklyn Bridge Park. About how people from Manhattan are drooling over it, and selling their properties on the Upper East Side for a slice of Brooklyn.
“The views are incredible”, New York Bay, The Statue of Liberty, Lower Manhattan And the price tags are only in the “millions” for many of these apartments. But hey, what would you expect to pay for such fabulous views anyway?
Well, back in the 60’s there was a very “lucky” Spaniard. You see he was actually “paid” to look at the same views that people are plunking down millions for. But he couldn’t look for long, because he might get his fingers chopped off by a machine that sliced boxes of “Bayer aspirin”.
You see my grandfather “Paco” worked at 360 Furman Street for the General Carton Company, way before it was anything more than a factory. I remember driving there with my Dad in our 62 Rambler, and picking him up outside the entrance on our way to the Catskills on a Friday night.
“Good riddance you lousy factory” my Grandfather would say as we drove away up Atlantic Avenue and on to the BQE. “See you Monday”
Other times we would pick him up at “El Montero” a Spanish Bar not far from the factory. Although my Grandfather Paco never really drank, we met him there because many of his co-workers were from Spain and socialized together frequently. Thank God the Bar is still on Atlantic Avenue. Got to see the inside of that place before they turn it into a “Starbucks”, it’s been almost 45 years you know.
Yeah, Millions for an apartment in my Grandfather’s old factory. But let's not tell them the story my Grandfather told me, about the dead body that floated right through one of the factory's riverside windows during high tide. It might scare their millions away, and give me nightmares again!
I could just imagine what my Grandfather Paco would say today. “What a bunch of stupid stupids, if they wanted to pay all that money for a view of the city, I would have given them my job. All they’d have to pay me was the hundred dollars a week I made, nothing more”
Yeah Grandpa, how times have changed. Millions for someone to look at what you've seen for over 20 years.