Earliest Memories
Got a good one for ya. What are your earliest memories about the world around you? Warning—. They can be a little fuzzy.Unfortunately, the first significant one for me is…
Got a good one for ya. What are your earliest memories about the world around you? Warning—. They can be a little fuzzy.Unfortunately, the first significant one for me is…
Sometimes you’re lucky enough to get a “wake-up” call when your life is a little off track. Mine came early in life when I was burning both ends of the…
No, my name is not Ulysses, but I did go on a daily odyssey while living in Flushing, Queens, NYC and attending school at Brooklyn College on Flatbush Avenue, yes.…
The Subway is, by far, the cheapest and most effective way to navigate the streets of New York City. It can also be the place for high adventure, embarrassment, and…
That’s easy. October, 1947. I was 8 years old. Everybody was home from the Big War. The baby boom was just starting. “Give 'em Hell” Harry S Truman was our…
It's flashback time again: Summer, 1952, in Flushing, Queens, NYC. Welcome to a world where 7th graders still had imaginations and could have fun outdoors. You know, before well-meaning adults…
When I came into this world in 1939, my mom and dad were living in the Georgetown area of Washington, DC. My dad was manager of the Georgetown Sears Roebuck…
One of my fondest memories of Queens College Air Force ROTC was our participation in the Columbus Day Parade on October 12, 1957. Lord knows if that tradition still exists,…
When my dad died in 1943, my mom didn’t want to stay in our apartment on Utopia Parkway, where he passed. Problem is, there’s a housing shortage and a war…
Here we are. Back in Flushing, Queens, NYC. It’s 1951, the year of the “shot heard round the world”. Bobby Thompson’s home run off Dodger, Ralph Branca, that won the…