ABC Wednesday—Q is for "quandary"

And my quandary is:  How do the people
who live here get in and out?
Most of the brownstones in Brooklyn are
now multiple-family dwellings, but
this one must be a single-family house, because
the only sure way in and out is through 
the doorway under the stoop.

{Here's another quandary—how did my baby bro
get to be so old?  Happy Birthday, Chris!}

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ABC Wednesday—N is for "neighborhood"

I live in "brownstone Brooklyn," but not
in one of these old beauties.  I opted
instead for a prewar apartment building: waaay
more closet space but—unfortunately—no
stoop (I'm a big fan of these imposing stoops).

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Bklyn brownstone

Major kudos to whoever decided
to paint this door this particular color!

[It's Blue Monday.  To see more,
visit Smiling Sally's meme.]

My favorite stoop . . .

in my "brownstone Brooklyn" neighborhood.
I don't live in a brownstone myself, but if I did 
I would want my stoop to be as colorful and
welcoming as this one.  There's a woman
who often occupies that chair on the
top step; she tends this garden—and enjoys it.

[Linking back to Pink Saturday.]

Ruby Tuesday

I love what they've done with this stoop!
Whoever lives in this brownstone
knows how to play with color. 

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brooklyn brown(?)stone

I'm always amused when I pass this house in

my neighborhood.  It reminds me of one of

my kids' favorite storybooks.