Good Lord! I've now been blogging so long that I have written about being upset a business closed, irritated by its replacement and now (sort of) annoyed that the replacement is closing up shop. In 2005, I mourned the death of my corner Korean deli (Pine Tree), where my (late) friend Larry and I got turkey sandwiches on Sept. 11, 2001, and literally watched the parade of workers escape Lower Manhattan for their lives. Shortly thereafter, a store I'd never heard of called Brooklyn Industries moved in, which annoyed the shit out of me because I didn't understand why anything in Manhattan would deliberately want to be branded "Brooklyn" anything. (Shows you how hard my finger is on the pulse!) Now I see Brooklyn Industries is calling Chelsea's 8th Avenue a day, which won't bother me in the sense that I ever shopped there -- I literally never did. But it will be yet another vacant business on what was once the most bustling gay neighborhood in the world, and doesn't seem to have a clue what it will be come now.