as we were saying.....

great place to read, unrushed. Then cityboy travels from Newkirk to Parade Grounds. What does he find.....apartments and apartments that he could have lived in as a boy. Numerous streets where stickball must have been played, mothers sat outside watching their children, all efforts were pointed upward. The history of his childhood, played out in these streets, now nevermore.
Checked on apartment house on Newkirk: all hispanic
Checked another: all muslim (or so I assume)
Still, much gentrification if we looked closely.
Free day, today, completed Mountolive, want to voyage in and around Brooklyn south of the park.
Empire Boulevard, Church Avenue, if we could follow them east, what would we find?
Dried out now....can't put into words what I feel.
Remember Joan Lacey---the eleven year old that everyone worshipped at Camp Towanda in 53?
Once she talked to me---I felt amazed....then she sang at the talent show....
from Moulin Rouge....
Whenever we kiss, I worry and wonder, your lips may be there, but where is your heart.
Then the middle verse:
It is a very sad thing to tell
When we kiss, do you close your eyes,
Pretending I am someone else...I still remember watching her from the back of the auditorium at
camp...where is she now...? Some seventy year old...doing what....?
enough of the past...let's move on.....