Ghost Girl (by Kevin Francis Gray)
man but this photoset ignores some of my favorite things about this piece
it gives it more of a story i think
|—||Abraham Lincoln (via observando)|
Mystery of the Widow’s Son - The Legend of the Craft (by michaelrose93)
|—||Stendhal, The Red and the Black (via observando)|
If you can believe it, I’m tired of talking about gentrification. I spent many of my formative years protesting and ranting about The Atlantic Yards Project (the monstrosity that spawned The Barclays Center, The Brooklyn Nets etc.), the changes in Williamsburg and Bushwick (the neighborhood I now reside,) and all things “hipster.” I wrote songs and essays about it, guilted out my poor colleagues at the Pratt Institute, and did all I could to stand in direct opposition. I felt ownership of Brooklyn and wanted to make some kind of glitch in the mechanisms of change. I wanted to be a voice of the native Brooklynite. I wanted to at least bring some meaning to the conversation. I thought that this was my punk rock.
On this day, March 16th, in 1926: Sgt. Stubby died in Washington, DC after a life in service to his Country.
Stubby was the most decorated dog of WWI and was promoted from Private to Sargent in the field. He was wounded twice, able to sniff out gas before the soldiers, single handedly captured a German soldier, and was able to locate wounded Americans. He met three Presidents and when the GIs liberated a French town, the thankful women made him a chamois coat to pin his medals on to.
Oh, and when his owner went to Georgetown, Sgt. Stubby became the Hoya’s mascot and would go onto the field during halftime and nose a football around while the fans cheered. He also got to lead a lot of Veteran Day parades and has a stone in the WWI memorial that notes that he is a “very brave stray.”
Today’s hero: Sgt. Stubby!