I remember growing up in Brooklyn playing stickball, handball and off the point during the sixties and seventies. I was the king of fishing up spaldeens from the sewers on our block with strung together wire hangers. it was a real art to get the ball to hold in the hanger as you carefully pulled it up from the darkness. then we would boil them to rejuvenate them so they could bounce again.
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