Posted by Richard Corbett
on Friday, November 10th 2017:
In Reply to: Nostalgia posted by Bob on Tuesday, November 7th 2017:
It's true, you can never go home again. I was born durring the great depression in FLATBUSH. We lived in a big two story house father had had built years befor. He lost his auto repair bussines and then the house and mother died. We moved to Williamsburgh into subitized housing. Years later my sister and husband moved back to Flatbush. On a visit I took a walk over to see the old house. I stood across the street and it didn't look as big as I remembered and it was devided in to two appartments. I could see part of the back yard and I remembered how as a very young boy I would wait for POP to come home and we would play a game of his chaseing me around the yard untill he caught me with me laughing and gigiling while he tickled me. I now stood there back in time waiting for him to get home. But he never arrive, so I left. It's true, you can't go home again, it's not there anymore.
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