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I lived on 10th street between 8th and Prospect Park from 1964 to 1969; Our address was six sixty-five.

My mother’s friend Antoinette Cicala lived across the street. She was awesome. I mean there was no one like her.


Over the weekend I received word that she passed away.

What a wonderful lady!

Funny story; One day we were hanging out, can’t even remember where it was; just recall the verbal exchange.

My mother: “Antoinette, how’s your dick?”

Everything stopped.

No one said a thing.

Jaws dropped.

We were mortified!


“MA! What did you say?” I shouted.

Turns out Antoinette’s husband’s first name was Dick.

We all got a laugh out of that one. If you knew my mother Carol, picture her saying that. LOL.

I recall being in the Park House with my mother, Antoinette and a few others. Antoinette ordered a bagel with cream cheese and tomato. I tried it that day and it’s been one of my favorites ever since.

Every Christmas Antoinette and Dick would come over and always give us money for Christmas.

They were awesome.

In their Brownstone they had a really cool pool table. I was making trick shots at nine years old.

RIP Antoinette.