Preservation … at all costs … a day may come when it is all of America that endures.
Off in a small wooded tract of land adjacent to Memorial Junior High School on Hendrickson Avenue in Valley Stream stood a few abandoned & boarded-up
Was sitting at the drive-thru at a local restaurant here in Marion, Moondoggies. The place, besides being an eatery, is close to being a museum
I am so glad that I grew up in the 50s & 60s as opposed to today. First of all, there were few electronic gadgets.
Not sure, I may have posted this story before. Just in case, here it is again, in a different light: For most of my life,
Another True Confession: It was summer-time, I think – 1969 or 1970. I don’t recall my Dad being around, and he died in January, 1970,
Halloween Night – One block east of the NYC line: I sure hope no little brat kids egg my car tonight. No, sir! Kids these
Another True Confession: My brother, Ronnie, and I, used to love board games when we were kids. Stuff like Monopoly, Risk, Battleship, Clue … tons
Confession: “Oh, Mom … I don’t feel well today. I need to stay home from school.” Mom: touching my forehead, “You don’t feel like you
Thud … thud … thud … thud … The sound of a Pensy Pinky bouncing off the front gable of my house. Repeatedly. Through 9
This is a photo I “borrowed” from an old classmate Joe Bria … It’s a scene that is indelibly stamped in my brain — as
Ann Szatmary is my earliest connection, and memory, of Valley Stream. We moved next door to her family in August, I believe, of 1956. We