a pot of hot water always worked in my neighborhood
one of the things i remember from childhood is my parents sending my lil sis and i to a neighbor’s apt for a cup of sugar, cigarettes or other small items. we’d also run errands down to the corner store to get things on credit. i was too young to know what credit meant but i’d hand the note to mr. jimmy behind the counter and he’d give me a bag of whatever was on the list then he’d scribble into his ledger and off i went. people were so much friendlier back then and i guess it’s because you kept the same neighbors for many years.
Greetings, Streetplayers. I’m part of a group that is setting up a “play street” in Jackson Heights, Queens. We’re making one block of 78th Street (next to Travers Park) car-free every Sunday between now and Thanksgiving. Over the long run, we’re very interested in exploring ways to promote traditional street games on our play street. (In the near-term, the population of kids in the area is largely a bit too young for most of these games). We’d also like to find ways to demonstrate that a play street isn’t just for kids, perhaps by organizing an adult stickball game, or other such event. We’d like to invite this community over to play with us, and organize or demonstrate street games on our block. If you’re interested, please contact us at 78thplaystreet [at] gmail [dot] com Thank you!
All the kids in our neighborhood want to play basketball in the alley from garage mounted hoops. The problem is damage to the garages from wild games, tresspassing, loud noise from the thumping of the ball, and the bringing of large numbers of kids into the area who do not live there. We don’t know how to solve this and everyone is mad. I wish we could find a compromise.
In my neighborhood (Manhattanville), the guy to watch out for was “Sam the two-dollar man”. I never actually saw him, but the guys in my crew would occasionally say something like “Sam the two-dollar man was around yesterday, I think he was talking to Junior”. Then Junior would have to fervently proclaim he never got in the car.
MARBLE SEASON 3 Continued from Marble Season 2 A new guy by the name of Barry Bogardus had moved into the neighborhood and he and his friend Kenny Nails would come round, hands in the pockets of their camel
MARBLE SEASON 2 Continued from Marble Season 1 Of all Blue Book