Thud … thud … thud … thud … The sound of a Pensy Pinky bouncing off the front gable of my house. Repeatedly. Through 9

Thud … thud … thud … thud … The sound of a Pensy Pinky bouncing off the front gable of my house. Repeatedly. Through 9
Who am I? Now, why would I tell you that here? Simply read the blog to find out about me and many other more interesting subjects. Enjoy!! All I'll say is, it was a snowstorm of a morning [7:31 AM] in Brooklyn, NY on March 2, 1952 when I got started. My loving Mom still calls it her greatest memory [probably one of 3 - sister & brother].