You know I was reading this article in the Brooklyn Paper the other day about how this whole economic mess is effecting many of the stores on 86th street between Fourth and Fifth Avenue in Bay Ridge.
And not "schlock" shops like here in Kensington, no these were some decent little stores that made that particular strip a little bit more “upscale” than Church Avenue.
I was also reading about how many of the “cool” little coffee shop places were also “deep sixing” out in Williamsburg. Once again the byproduct of the economic times we’re currently in.
Then suddenly my mind wandered, and I thought about my family’s pond upstate.
Now it’s a small pond, a perfect circle about fifty feet in diameter. It was dug out about the same time my grandfather Paco built the house in 1956.
When I was a kid, my grandfather would always try to stock the pond with brown trout, bass, perch, and many other fine fresh-water fish from the Catskills. It was a labor of love, and it was always a lot of work to make sure the fish all survived throughout the years.
But then in 1976 my grandfather Paco passed away, and my cousin Pete and I weren’t exactly dragging pails full of fish to the pond. No, we were hanging out in Brooklyn and doing what young guys usually do in the city, while the pond was never ever stocked again.
So what happened to our pond in the past thirty years or so? Well, we ended up with thousands of “Catfish”.
Mud sucking, algie eating, live through anything, Catfish!
You know, those black little slimy fish with those long whiskers, and a barb on the back of their fin that can pierce your skin like a needle through a sheet of paper.
So what does all this have to do with that strip on 86th street and our beloved Church Avenue you ask?
Well, every time my kids want to go fishing and catch something, I drag them down to our old pond. They throw the line in the water and catch fish after fish after fish. They just have such a great time and they don't care what they catch, as long as it's a fish.
Cool coffee shops and nice pretty little stores may just be the "Brown Trout" and "Rock Bass" of 2008's Brooklyn. Gasping for air in a muddy old pond called "recession".
While on Church Avenue here in Kensington?
Well, all I can say is a Catfish is better than no fish at all.