Hi everyone!This is Steve’s…
Hi everyone!This is Steve’s father. I want to thank everyone who wrote all those beautiful stories about him. Ihave not been able to really talk about him in public because I really cant finish a sentence without breaking. This tragedy has really taken an effect on me whenever I think of him and I think of him alot. They say time heals all wounds but I’m 72 years old and I dont think I have enough time in my lifetime to heal this one. I miss him terribly. It is true that in the poem that he wrote stickball brought us closer together, but we were always a close family.It is true though that steve was a very good person,a loving son, a loving husband and a loving father and from all the stories in this column, I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart
yo today we was talking…
yo today we was talking about old schol games and I was born in East New York Brooklyn and i now live in Atlanta Ga, and i was trying to put these cats up on skelly. It broke my heart that i could not get anybody to feel me. Before i got into girls i played from day to night,make the court out of chalk, rocks, whatever we could find , and the tops was the push-ups from the ice cream truck, or red milk tops. I loved it and still do iam gonna pass it on to my son and bring skelly to the ATl.” hit a killer be a killer” p.s. just like carol kleinman above me i ran blvd in the 80’s right in p.s.273 i lived on barbey st
Christina g The way…
Christina g The way I remember this rhyming game combines words from two of yours: Oh, the girls in France Do the hootchy-cootchy dance And the way they shake Is enough to kill a snake When the snake is dead They put roses at its head When the roses die, it is 1959 (or whatever – sorry, 2005 just doesn’t cut it!)