For some strange reason (I say strange because a lot of my thoughts lately fall under that category) I was thinking of 12th street. The 12th street I was thinking about this morning while working out is the one between 8th and 9th avenue (or should I say Prospect Park West).
I know of one person who lives there these days, my man Chris Johnson. But as a youngster I had a few friends that called 12th street home. Guys like John Godfrey, Jimmy and John Corrar (of course their late brother Joey), I’m also trying hard to think of a girl that lived on that block who I thought was beautiful. (I was 14). I also want to say the Hamil’s grew up there but I may be wrong.
We used to hang out in Godfrey’s apartment, or even Corrar’s place just a few doors down; my late mother Carol was friends with Corrar’s mother so we were there often.
I loved playing stickball on the street. I recall Jimmy Corrar hitting a blast that sent the outfielder close to the parkside.
There was that grocery store on the corner of 8th avenue and I can recall the delivery bike that was always parked outside standing against the brick wall.
Here’s a cool one minute of the block via You Tube. Cool stuff.
I’m sure there were other kids who attended Holy Name back in the day that lived on 12th street. I wasn’t there as much as I should’ve been because Godfrey and the Corrar’s were cool people. I think it was the long walk from the schoolyard, where we hung out. By the way, which train station do you think people on that block took; 15th street or 7th avenue station?
Do you have any memories of 12th street? Remember, between 8th and 9th.