I grew up on the corner of 166th Street and Sheridan Avenue, across the street from P.S. 90. (90 Bronx, the best and finest, hail to dear 90). I wouldn’t trade anything for being brought up there until I went in the service in 1951, but I wouldn’t move back for anything as well. 35 years in South Carolina has spoiled me but good.
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