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…
What we’re gonna do here is go back, way back, back into time.
Brooklyn, New York in the late 70’s and early 80’s to be exact. It was a different Brooklyn back then.
The Barclay’s on Flatbush and Atlantic? S.M.H.
My friends and I played outside in the streets from early morning to late into the night. Some nights we didn’t go home. We called it, “Breakin’ Night.”
Holy Name schoolyard was our favorite spot. The priests would kick us out at 10:00 PM. We played all sports. No such thing as specialization. Basketball was my favorite.
We rode the F-train to Coney Island and back (never paying our fare).
We hitched on the back of the 68 or 75 bus and rode our bikes all over New York City.
We broke balls.
We broke windows playing stickball (accidentally of course).
We didn’t have cell phones.
No one owned a gun. Not that I knew of anyway.
Our parents were not watching our every move.
We learned to be tough. You failed at something, you got back up.
We learned to fight our own battles. Sometimes.
We didn’t run home, tell mommy or daddy what happened.
Wait a minute, daddy? My dad left for good when I was six.
Mom didn’t blame the teacher when I failed a test nor did she complain to the coach if I came off the bench for the basketball team.
Best of all the friendships formed and nurtured were unbreakable. I loved the people I grew up with. They were loyal and cared about me.
Sure we argued with each other, we even had a fistfight or two. But the next day in the schoolyard we were teammates playing two-on-two.
Those were the days my friend.
Leslie Albrecht, a reporter from DNA Info has a story about a woman getting mugged on Seeley Street and 19th street. Come on man, what’s happening?
The Cain family lived on that block as well as Pete Goyco and Janice Orego.
Leslie reports that the robber snatched the victim’s iPhone and wallet, which contained $50 in cash and a MetroCard, then ran away.
Stay safe people.
Clink the link below for the story.