Alvin The Bronx Late 2940s I first saw him on a Friday afternoon when I was carrying a jar of pickles home from Jake the Pickleman. I was short. I envied his height and his off-white heavy knit, wool sweater. My brother didn’t have one, so there was no legacy for me on the horizon.… Continue reading Alvin
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Good Old Golden Rule Days
At the beginning of ninth grade in Hermann Ridder Jr. H.S., a stranger entered our classroom – algebra. As an introduction, Miss Clarke said, “x could be anything and you will have to find the solution to solve it.” Well, if x could be anything, could it be that Nazi janitor across the street from my apartment building?… Continue reading Good Old Golden Rule Days