Lately, in my dreams I find myself walking the streets of Brooklyn in the 1960s. Waiting for my dad to get off the train at the Newkirk Plaza. Smells so vivid I can taste them the Jewish Deli, the Pizza Den the rancid aroma of the train brakes. Walking up Foster avenue I see all the old familiar stores. Chins laundry, Mr. Kaufman's vegtable store Punch, and Judy's shoes. All the old people sitting outside the apartment houses catching the afternoon sun. As I pass 217 schoolyard all my friends are playing stickball. As I turn up Parkville ave the smell of stale beer from the corner Tavern fills my nostrils. Then I see my Grandmother carry packages I kiss her hello I can smell her perfume she tells me she is proud of the man I have become. I want to scream I am only 10 years old not 70. She then tells me to make sure I am home at 6 o'clock for dinner when the church bells ring. I wake up in a cold sweat both happy and sad at the same time.

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