Out of the Park

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All right, people, listen up: the long wait is over.

The 2009 full-color calendar, based on writer/photographer Brenda Becker's astonishing blog “Prospect: A Year in the Park”, has arrived.

Yes, Brenda has knocked this one right out of the park--and straight into your life.

Brenda, of course, is the multi-talented individual who also cranks out those other great gifts to the blogosphere, CrazyStable and, of course, Prospect: A Year in the Park.

Ye gods, is there no stopping this woman? Let’s hope not.

“Designed by the photographer and produced right here in Brooklyn,” Brenda tells us, “it is a perfect gift for anyone who is a Brooklynite by birth, adoption, or desire. Buy an extra one to send to those out-of-town relatives who always ask ‘why you live in Brooklyn’!"

Chart the days of your life with the beautiful images of Brooklyn’s special wonderland, Prospect Park.

"The calendar is a season-by-season reflection on the fathomless beauty and variety of Prospect Park: its forest, meadow, lake, and treasures of art and architecture," Brenda says. "Every month will transport you into a different facet of Brooklyn's jewel."

This calendar is so beautiful, it’ll take the sting out of getting older, paying your monthly bills, and blowing off your new year’s resolutions.

How much do you think this calendar costs? Fifty bucks? No! 25 bucks? Guess again, pilgrim.

Why, this little item is going for a mere $15 plus $2.50 for first-class U.S. postage. Good grief, Brenda's practically giving them away!

Now, I know what you’re thinking: "hey, Rob, I can’t live another minute without this extraordinary calendar. How do I get my trembling hands on this stunning work of art, so that I can be one of the cool people?"

Why, funny you should ask. You can order from the calendar site with one click via PayPal. Or, if you prefer, you can mail a check to:

Brenda L. Becker
11 Marlborough Road
Brooklyn, NY 11226

Shipping will begin December 10 and they’re sure to go fast. So don’t delay, order your calendar today. You'll be glad that you did.

Comments

Brenda from Flatbush said…
The minibus filled with eager, sloe-eyed dancing girls will arrive momentarily at your door, as promised. Seriously, you rock, RL!
5:03 AM
Rob K said…
Oh, Mama, Christmas has come early!
7:43 AM
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