Quote of the Day
“Your work towards a realistic goal cannot be a ‘sometime thing’ you have to make it an ‘all the time thing’.” -Joe DeLamielleure
I was born on June 7th 1964.
The first place I lived was 665 10th street.
We lived there for 5 years.
I don’t remember much except for a very pretty girl that lived down the block towards 8th avenue. Let me clear that up, years later I saw her on 7th avenue and she was unbelievable!
In the Fall of 1969 we moved to Windsor Place and 9th avenue, on top of Bob’s Hardware Store. We moved from a 3 family home to an apartment. I lived there for the next 25 years of my life.
I’ll admit, I was jealous of my buddies who lived on streets like Howard Place, Windsor Place, Sherman Street and even down on Seeley Street.
Shoot, I was jealous of my cousins that lived at 29 Fuller Place.
When I’d go over their cribs I’d stand in awe of how they had a backyard, a driveway, a stoop and of course a basement.
I lived on the third floor in a railroad, 3 bedroom apartment.
You’d have to walk around a bunch of plastic garbage cans in front of the doorway that Morty Hyman had on display.
Once past the cans I would walk through 2 unlocked doors. Yes, I said unlocked.
Making my way up 2 flights of stairs was always a burden, especially if I was carrying groceries for mom. It really sucked when she would call up to me from the street with a load of laundry that she had just done across the street.
Schlepping the laundry bag up the stairs sucked too.
Inside our apartment we had one small bathroom, a small living room, a small kitchen and 3 small bedrooms.
It wasn’t the dumps, we got by and as a kid, I never really thought about how much it sucked sharing a bedroom with my brother.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention our firescape where we spent many hot nights chillin out listening to the radio.
I’m asking you today, not including your home where you grew up, if you could live anywhere in the neighborhood, where would it be?
My choice of living would be on Prospect Park Southwest between the circle and 10th avenue. My boy Edmund Gallahue lived in one of those sweet spots.
So let’s hear it, tell us where you’d love to live if you could afford any spot in the neighborhood. A street? A certain house? Maybe you’d like one of those apartments on the avenue?