Posted by jack delaney
on Tuesday, September 4th 2018:
In Reply to: Re: The old days posted by Bobby O on Monday, September 3rd 2018:
I find it difficult to separate the nostalgia from reality. The Brooklyn of my youth was just that -- it was my youth. When I look back everything has a nostalgic shine. I get to be a better ballplayer than I really was; a better student. a "cooler" guy etc.
Then reality kicks in
I played right field ('cause nobody could hit to right) I remember Geometry (I was never any good at it)
So too is my rememberence of things past
No Air conditioning (not even a fan). The boiler in our apartment used to fail regularly between Christmas and New Years. (we'd use the kitchen oven to prevent frostbite)
I don't think I'd want to go back to the "Good Old/Bad Old " days even if I
One final example -- I was able to send both my kids to "Away" colleges. They didn't have to schlep their way to Manhattan College (an hour each way on the IRT) as I did.
Now is better
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