My stuff may still live in Brooklyn, but I've moved on. This was the view from the back of a storage building, and I couldn't help but find it representing that Brooklyn flavor: the neon Kentile sign that many a weary subway commuter has looked at from their window seat, wishing they were already home. It was a great home to me, and I'll always remember my time there: funky, fabulous, freshness. Brooklyn rocks the house. Always.