For Throwback Thursday: ------------------------------------- When I was a little kid in daBronx, from 1946 to 1952, we lived at 200 East 205th Street near Mosholu Parkway. Mosholu was a wide road bordered by strips of park and was very pleasant, almost suburban. I remember three things about it. (1) One winter when I was around four or five, I was sledding down a hill, and my sled crashed into a tree. I thought I was in big trouble for hurting Mother Nature, who was God’s wife. I started chanting, “I love God. I like God. I love God. I like God.” I wasn’t struck by lightning or by the tree, so apparently my penance was effective. (2) In the Bronx, it was (and probably still is) perfectly normal for boys and men to urinate outdoors, usually seeking some privacy between parked cars or in a dark shadow. One time my three-year-old sister Meryl and I were playing in the park, and she knew she couldn’t “hold it in” until she could get back to our apartment. She went to the side of the road and dropped her pants and acted like one of the boys. A UPS driver watched her. Pervert! (3) Another day my mother was talking with a friend on a park bench while I was collecting twigs and rocks. The nicest specimen I found was a shiny, slightly curved, speckled gray stone about five inches long and an inch in diameter. I showed it to my mother, who said it was nice, and then she resumed her conversation. I walked away. Then she yelled at me to “DROP IT NOW.” It was petrified dog shit. from:
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 21:35:38 +0000
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