I was at the laundromat doing my thing last night when I was moved to intone, like the little girl in Poltergeist, “Theyrrrr’re hee-eere!”
I’ve had worrisome sightings in the past; A messenger bag or an ironic T-shirt flitting by the corner of my eye as I crossed Atlantic Ave, the late night appearance of a group of painfully white, painfully bad A Capella singers clad in knit scarves on the Franklin Ave. Shuttle, a coiffured couple smoking cloves and moving hazily along on Fulton St….but never anything as definitive as this.
Brooklyn! Sup? 
February 20, 2008 at 4:05 pm |
is that a joke? what’s a log lady?
February 20, 2008 at 4:14 pm |
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_Lanterman
February 21, 2008 at 12:15 am |
[…] indeed sung in our fine borough. Don’t take my word for it: point and click you way over to Trip In Brooklyn and read for […]
February 21, 2008 at 7:10 pm |
Agent Cooper: “Who is the lady with the log?”
Sheriff Harry S. Truman: “We call her the Log Lady.”
February 22, 2008 at 1:13 am |
Log Lady: “I play my part on my stage. I tell what I can to form the perfect answer. But that answer cannot come before all are ready to hear. So I tell what I can to form the perfect answer.”
We have been here for years. Come join us and find your own inner log lady:
Franklin Ave C stop.
Corner of Franklin, between Fulton & Atlantic.
Saturday 2/23 & Sunday 2/24 10a. – 6p.
logladies@gmail.com