man i used to play skelly till my finger nail was worn down.sometimes we played kickies and throwies some tops were never seen again and when you became a killer every body would scatter youd have to chase them down to get them out some games would start on one block and end 2 or 3 blocks down.some tops where throw onto roofs or any were the was hard to get to. on rainy days we practiced our hiking and shooting skills in the project hallways for hours. im all grown up now iplayed from 1974-1978 i never forget playing skelly eating free lunch and talking about the 44. caliber killer and the blackout of 77. for apoor kid like i was, thank god i had skelly. god bless. kingsboro 7th walk
I grew up in the village….we would go to carmine st. pool, which closed in the summer at 9 or 10pm but for some reason they would leave the bright lights on into the mourning hours…we would promply climb the fence along with about 2 or 3 hundred others, 5mins after closing. we would climb to the top of the handball court wall that happens to be just close enough to the deep end for a good dive..ouch.. anyway, in I think june or july of 1976 the 2nd nyc blackout occured at 11pm and the place was packed..all hell broke loose, people were screaming,yelling,.&$%#$#@ing, and scrambling.. oh did I mention it was pitch dark…. “What a blast” anyone know of that area?