In this weekly (or so) segment, I share strange and/or amusing findings from my trash-filled back yard or other parts of my crumbly old house. Won’t you join me as I uncover Bushwick’s sometimes depressing past as told by a single patch of dirt?

This week is nothing depressing — I think. I was slathering cement on a part of the stoop that had cracked, and from the recesses under the doorjamb I pulled out a rusty old knitting needle. What the hell is this doing in a crack in my stoop? How old might it be? Some research on the history of the house brought up a tailor’s shop at this site in 1879 — could this possibly be that old? My overbearing skepticism says I’m not so lucky.