Being a storyteller has taught me to gather stories from my life. Sometimes these are more difficult than others but I am always grateful for anything.
This story surfaced after I began digging into my memories of living in Brooklyn in 1957 - 62 years ago.
More stories of that time surface and they come alive and grow as I explore the incidents, the place, the people. What I remember of those days is sometimes difficult, other times funny and often sweet. All of them helped me to grow up.
Recently I showed this video to my son Jimmy. We laughed togther. He does not remember those afternoon walks but he knows the story.