Below the “Z”, near the bottom of the trolley, you can see the tilted shelf our sneakers clung to. Clang-Clang-Clang went the Trolley The Bronx 1940 It was early Sunday morning. Horses, clip-clopping over cobble-stoned Boston Rd. had already pulled their Sheffield Farms milk wagons to their stable. Elderly Black female congregants, hidden under yellow, white,… Continue reading Clang-Clang-Clang Went the Trolley