A Baby Boomer’s Lament: August ‘64 | Philip A. Farruggio (Reposted With Good Link)
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Philip A. Farruggio -- World News Trust
Aug. 24, 2014
Living here in Florida during these dog days of summer invites memories of some 50 years ago… in Brooklyn, N.Y.
Our little group of East 24th Street friends waltzed through the hot summer days so easily. When you’re 14-, 15- and 16-years-old, you are immune to stifling August heat attacks.
We six stalwarts would meet in front of Fat Frank’s house each morning. This writer, along with Harvey, AKA The Bear, who happened to live right around the corner from us on Bedford Ave, always chose up sides for our punch ball games. He would take his buddy Fat Frank and I would choose Frank’s younger brother Carmine. The rest of our group really didn’t matter: We four were the best there was on our block.
The Bear and Fat Frank could really punch the ball deep, so I negotiated an outfield line chalked at the second manhole cover as the ‘ground rule double ‘line. They countered that if that was to be the case, then no one could go past that line to make a catch. Fair enough.
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