Every New Year Conrad Milster pulls out the steam pipes at Pratt, attaches whistles and lets them blow at midnight. The streets fill with neighbors responding to the call and we all walk towards the steam with a bottle of champagne to salute the new year. I love me some Brooklyn!
here's just a hint to how loud the whistles are... the last blow was the point where I turned an ran while holding my ears. ouch
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