Hanging out on the street corner.
Any corner in the neighborhood, it didn’t matter.
Eighth Avenue and Windsor Place.
Standing around shooting the breeze.
Ninth Avenue and Windsor.
Yelling at people walking by.
Prospect Avenue and Ninth Avenue.
Sipping a cold brew in a brown, paper bag.
Howard Place and Windsor.
Dribbling my basketball while chatting up a friend or two.
16th Street and Eighth Avenue.
Listening to music from a friend’s radio.
You get the picture.
Those were the days my friend…