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How I know that kids don’t play outside anymore

As I was walking to the subway after work  I noticed a young man who’s bike chain had come off the wheel. He was staring…

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Can Angel have company?

When we were kids, we didn’t have Facebook messenger or text messages. You stuck your head out the window and screamed your friend’s name, you…

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Rocks on the train track

When we were kids, we did really stupid and dangerous things. The list is plentiful, and over time I’ll share more of those Growing up…

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Dad bailed out of jail

When I was a kid, my pops got locked up a few times. I can’t remember much of that time, but I do recall my…

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Going to the store

Growing up Bronx was sometimes rough. I lived on a block where the kids weren’t as bad as they were in other blocks. However, that…

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Underground Secret Clothing Sales

When I was a kid, I remember one of my aunts used to get the scoop as to when there would be these secret outlet…

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Packing bags at the supermarket

Any man or woman who goes out there and earns an honest dollar has my respect. Every job is worthy of respect, from the highest…

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