Life on Ex-Lax / La Vida en Ex-Lax

ON ONE OF my walks around the neighborhood near my hotel in Brooklyn in September, I passed a building branded “EX LAX INC.” It turns out it’s the former Ex-Lax headquarters and factory that has since been converted to condos (my cousin Allen looked it up when I mentioned it the next day). I’ve since checked out the availability of units and learned that prices start around $1.2 million. Talk about a run for your money! I checked out the floor plans and, although some looked very charming, I couldn’t find an apartment with more than 1-1/2 bathrooms. In the Ex-Lax building!

The remainder of the photos today are of other scenes around Brooklyn when Ex-Lax was the last thing on anyone’s mind.

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EN UNO DE mis paseos por el vecindario cerca de mi hotel en Brooklyn en septiembre, pasé por un edificio con la marca “EX LAX INC”. Resulta que es la antigua sede y fábrica de Ex-Lax que desde entonces se ha convertido en condominios (mi primo Allen lo miró cuando lo mencioné al día siguiente). Desde entonces, verifiqué la disponibilidad de unidades y aprendí que los precios comienzan alrededor de $1.2 millones. ¡Hable sobre un plazo para su dinero! Revisé los planos de planta y, aunque algunos parecían muy encantadores, no pude encontrar un apartamento con más de 1-1/2 baños. En el edificio Ex-Lax!

El resto de las fotos de hoy son de otras escenas alrededor de Brooklyn cuando Ex-Lax fue lo último en lo que nadie pensó.

How would you like to tell people you live in “The Ex-Lax”?
¿Cómo le gustaría decirle a la gente que vive en “El Ex-Lax”?
Tres dormitorios y solamente 1-1/2 baños. “PR” significa Powder Room que es un lavadero y aseo. “Master Bath” es el baño principal.
In a shop window on Smith Street. With the amount of crap coming out of his mouth, he should change his name to Ex-Lax.
En un escaparate de la calle Smith. Con la cantidad de mierda que sale de su boca, debería cambiar su nombre a Ex-Lax.
The day the Kid Brother and I went to Nathan’s for our annual hot dog fix, a TV station was interviewing this year’s winners of Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest. No records were beaten.
El día que El Hermanito y yo fuimos a Nathan’s para nuestra dosis anual de hot dogs, una estación de televisión estaba entrevistando a los ganadores de este año del concurso de comida de hot dogs de Nathan’s. No se batieron registros.
Champions, left to right: 31 (in 2017), 34 and 41 hot dogs consumed. My personal best is 7.
Campeones, de izquierda a derecha: 31 (en 2017), 34 y 41 hot dogs consumidos. Mi mejor marca personal es 7.
She has won four years in a row.
Ella ha ganada cuatro años seguidos.
And speaking of blow-outs, Paul’s daughter on the Coney Island Boardwalk was blown off the roof during Hurricane Sandy in 2012.
Y hablando de reventones, Paul’s Daughter (La Hija de Pablo) en el Boardwalk (paseo marítimo) de Coney Island se voló del techo durante el huracán Sandy en 2012.
A bunch of crap awaiting pick-up (often for days) on NYC streets. Charming.
Un montón de caca en espera de recogida (a menudo durante días) en las calles de Nueva York. Encantador.
One last photobomb with The Kid Brother at Mia’s Bakery.
Una última fotobomba con El Hermanito en Mia’s Bakery (Panadería de Mia).

Hot Dog!

The Kid Brother and I made our regular pilgrimage to Nathan’s (the original Nathan’s in Coney Island) for hot dogs and fries. The Dowager Duchess had coupons.

TWO DOWN. TWO TO GO.

The Dowager Duchess always has coupons. Sometimes, she actually even has coupons still within their “use-by” dates. Nathan’s hot dogs are now $2.99 a piece. But, with the coupons, we were able to purchase four hot dogs at 99 cents each. It’s good we don’t eat the way we used to. The limit was two per person and, in the past, we would both have eaten three … or four. One time, I had six. We’ve got lots of time to get in shape for Nathan’s annual hot dog eating contest. But I think we’ll pass.

ONLY 234 DAYS UNTIL THE NEXT HOT DOG EATING CONTEST.

In this year’s contest, the winner was Joey Chestnut (I’m not making that up); he downed 69 hot dogs (and buns) in 10 minutes without a “Roman method incident” or “reversal of fortune” — otherwise known as “vomiting,” which is against the rules. Joey has the very apt nickname of “Jaws.”

JOEY CHESTNUT WITH ONE MORE TO GO.
THE MUCH MORE “COUTH” KID BROTHER.
HE SAID, “LET ME SWALLOW FIRST!” 

Nathan’s didn’t have any indoor dining. I don’t know if they’ll set up tables inside for winter or not. They did last year. It was chilly and windy outside. We ate quickly. After lunch, the Kid Brother bought a really nice Coney Island, Brooklyn sweatshirt. More precisely, the Kid Brother said, “I need a sweatshirt.” He picked out a beauty that looked great on him. As we headed up to the counter, I didn’t see him reaching for his wallet. I asked, from experience, “Do you have any money?” He replied very matter-of-factly, “No.” I said, “Why don’t we just call it a gift,” and then added, “You little shit…” 
I’ll never learn.

ON OUR WAY BACK TO THE DUCHESS’S, WE PASSED THE CYCLONE AND I NOTICED
THAT IT OPENED THE DAY BEFORE THE DUCHESS WAS BORN.
THE DUCHESS HAS HELD UP A LOT BETTER THAN THE CYCLONE.

SOME OF THE DUCHESS’S OTHER COUPONS…
EXPIRATION YEAR: 1991