Report from Queens
A day-trip demonstrates the enormity of our fair borough, as this Sunnysider spends an hour-and-a-half traveling in one direction without ever leaving Queens. The destination? Little Neck's Queens County Farm. The last of the farms where farms once ruled, its forty-seven acres of agricultural bliss feature free range chickens wandering into engagement celebrations, really really really fat pigs napping comfortably, and children chasing the sheep in defiance of signs reading, "Please don't chase the sheep." Much of your time at the farm may be hayrack rides and heavy petting (sometimes simultaneously), but be sure to keep a wide berth around the pumpkin patch. Trespassing locals sind verboten! Yeah, buddy, that means you.
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4 Comments:
Is that a pig, or a feed sack with a head?
weird. i was just thinking yesterday how much I miss the pigs of Holland and when I got home there was a postcard for me with a photo of a nice fat pig, and now this.
It must be some kind of omen; maybe I should have a BLT for lunch, and ponder it....
If pork is what you crave, Virgil, get a Cuban sandwich. It's pork on pork with a pork spread.
Nah, pork I don't eat. Pork's an unclean animal. Ham, though; now there's a meat. Bacon, too. But Pork? Thanks, but no thanks.
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