As a kid growing up in the 50’s life was always a 20 minute train ride from Yankee Stadium. It was a time of simple pleasures, of growing up slowly. Our “playground” were the streets; we were “street wise”, but not “street kids”. I was brought up with a sense of family, “la famiglia” as my dad would say. Sure, New York City had Mulberry Street, but we had Arthur Avenue…the “Little Italy’ of the Bronx. What better place for a first generation “Italian American” more...
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