YO!
My name is Richie
I live in Brooklyn, New York. Grew up here , matter of fact.
Got some good memories here ,yeah,
I remember watching the Dodgers play at Ebbetts Field. The Good Humor man driving through the neighborhood and Bungalow Bar Ice Cream, as a small child it always seemed like he would come by at just the right time.
When we moved to a different neighborhood, at the school there was a guy that would come around to sell pretzels w/mustard on `em from
a truck like this one (only an early 50' model)
Used to play stick-ball in the schoolyard across from the apt. where my famly and I lived. Yeah, punchball too, some basketball and baseball too. I can still hear my Mom yelling for my sisters and I to come in, My sisters and I have grown a little older since then, But Mom is still lookin to get us in to feed us when we vsit her and she's just as determined ever to have us eat on time. How can you not love that?
Summer of `55 ran to East 32nd St. and Ave.K to see the Dodgers parade by Gil Hodges' house when 'dem bums' finally won the series. Rest of the time flipped baseball cards and played ball. Went to Brighton Beach Baths and out the back to the beach and to Steeplechase in Coney Island when we could get some money together. Cokes were a dime then.
I remember having my very first slice of pizza. If I close my eyes real tight,I can still taste it. The best was at Esposito's Pizzeria across from the Elm Movie Theater on Ave. M. , 15 cents a slice, ya can't beat that., cheese hangin and stringy, sauce drippin, oil burnin, smellin the garlic and the oregano, whoa! That was a pizza. . .
Times were good back then in the 50''s, those warm summer nights, horrendous snow~storms, and the first kiss. Yep, I remember that too, and the girl. Her name was Lucy Wrubel,she was a head taller than me. But that didn't stop me, I stood on a chair, she was a good kisser.
There was my friend Peter, a funny , gentle fellow and there was Lowell, a died in the wool 'Pittsburg Pirates fan' and good old Dennis Jackson, my neighbor back then. He was a real terror, Looked just like a tall Dennis'the menace'. He and I used to double date and every week we switched girls, boy, those were the good old days.
As time goes on, we grow apart, not as many old friends still 'peggin it to home' these days.I have found a few of them, some thru perseverence, some thru just plain dumb luck. But through the net, I keep looking, who knows, maybe Lucy is still around? hehehe
