What Am I Doing Up Here?

What Am I Doing Up Here? The Bronx Finn!, Finn! You can’t catch me! Mrs. Levine, was our next door neighbor. Pretending to be baffled, she ran after me until this three-year-old settled under her tottering dining room table. I was lost, she pretended, and feigned a call for help from another neighbor. Without children… Continue reading What Am I Doing Up Here?

Clang-Clang-Clang Went the Trolley

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