Nash is the New King of Queens

I know once again it has been awhile since I have blogged. What can I say it has been a complicated year, but things are beginning to pick up. So what have we been busy with since last writing? Well, Nash and I have a new zip code. After eight years on 8th Avenue down the street from the Letterman Show and 11 years in Manhattan, it was time to move on, or move out of the city. We didn’t want to, but things have been slow, and rent in the city will kill you. Nash and I are now living in Queens. Funny, as I have probably only been to Queens a handful of times if you don’t count trips to the airport. It is funny, as I move to Queens and save a boat load of money, yet I get a lot more space. That concept is still weird to me, but hey that is New York. Ends up some friends of mine happened to have an apartment in Jamaica, NY, although it is not really Jamaica, the apartment seems to fall right on the border of Jamaica, Kew Gardens, and Flushing, as I seem to be in a different area wherever I go, and that includes different sides of the street.

After eight years in the pad on 8th ave, moving was bitter sweet, as my building was great, but seemed to be under constant construction. I was used to the noise of the city, but the buildings noise was starting to really drive me crazy, and then there was the club out back of the building. That place drove me nuts as several times a year I could feel the bass music from the club. It would even annoy Nash as he would jump out of my bed when it was really vibrating the apartment, and he would go and sit in the bathroom, as it was the quietest place.Also, about a little over a year ago, the tourist bus companies decided to start dropping flocks of tourists off right in front of my building. Now don’t get me wrong, as I have been guilty of being a tourist before, but something strange happens when people come to NYC. It is like they don’t have tall buildings where these people come from, and forget about them ever seeing a blind guy before because they would never get out of my way, and would always try and pet Nash even when I told them not to. What are Nash and I part of the tourist attraction?

So on to Queens it was.

The really tough thing about moving this time is that it was really the first time I was moving since I became blind. The last time I moved in 2003, I did a good portion of the move on my own taking things on the subway with me. This time, I really needed a lot of help, as I couldn’t even tell what a lot of the things were in my closets. I was very thankful for my Aunt coming in to the city and helping with a lot of the packing. I began packing up the apartment days before she came, as my good relationship with the employees at Duane Reade paid off, as they gave me plenty of boxes. Nash freaks out when I pack a suitcase, so packing an apartment was going to be interesting. I guess I am smarter than your average bear, as I started the packing process late at night while Nash was fast asleep in my bed. He had no clue what was going on. I was able to pack a lot of DVDs and books on my own, but that was about it. When my Aunt Lona came in to help, Nash was wide awake. He and we did get lucky for a little while as my Aunt brought Nash a bone. So while we started packing the breakables, Nash was playing with his new bone. But that only lasted for so long, and then Nash became the supervisor. If we set a box on the ground to prepare to tape the top portion, Nash would walk over and stick his nose in it to check things out. Also during this process, Nash kept rubbing up asainst my legs, and would camp out on my feet. I think this was his way of protesting. We got a lot done the day my Aunt came over.

Luckily, my buddy came in to the city to help me with a lot of the move. Without a sighted person, I never would have been able to do it, or would have at least been at the mercy of the movers. The day the movers arrived, most of the apartment was packed. I put Nash on the leash for the time the movers were there, and he was definitely a little frazzled, like where is everything going? He kept going back and forth, maybe he wanted to tell the movers careful with that, and where are you taking that?Everything got packed up very smoothly, and after a few last passes around the apartment, and of course one last bathroom stop for Nash in front of the Letterman Show, it was off to Queens, and a new adventure. This was all this past Saturday, so come back soon for part two of The New King of Queens.


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4 Responses to “Nash is the New King of Queens”

  1. Lorraine Chadwick Says:

    Hey Brian,

    Sounds like a new page is being turned in your and Nash’s life. You seem mostly happy about your decision to move. I’m very glad to hear that. You are so lucky to have Lona so close by.

    I have no sense of where things are in NYC including the burrows. I’ll have to look on a map.

    Richard and I are bringing Gerard for his NYC experience this week. We flew him to Orlando a few weeks ago and did Universal Studio and Island of Adventure parks. He did great!

    He goes in for training Sunday so it’s a bitter sweet trip. I’m hoping we can get a visit with you in while we are in town.

    Also hoping for a carvan of raisers for LFS in October. Still working out the details for that one.

    Hope to see you soon,


  2. Barbara Fischler Says:

    Kudos to Scott and Aunt Lona. They did a great job in helping you and your appreciation is evident. We loved your new apartment. It is so spacious and thanks to Scott, clean. The area is a bit tricky but with help you will learn how to get places. Your skills keep improving. Hope it brings you only good things and that you truly become the new Kings of Queens!!!

  3. Barbara Fischler Says:

    wouldn’t have it any other way. Made reservations for Thanksgiving. So hopefully we will see you then too. Hope the area is getting more familiar each day. The gift you gave us got home in one piece too.

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