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Just adding to my 1st. Thanks so much for a wonderful home. The eloquence and shared memories of what most people think of as a very big city is striking. I grew up on Lincoln Road near Ebbets Field, went to P.S. 92, Walt Whitman J.H.S. and moved and went to Midwood H.S.. After Brooklyn College and graduate school my Brooklyn wife (Madison) and I got away to Australia. When we got there I felt like Dorothy—Toto this is not Kansas (Brooklyn). Does anyone know if Ed Spielman, the author of Kung Fu, went to Midwood High? If he did we were good buddies and I'd love to get in touch with him. By the way, now I live in Farmington, CT. THIS IS NOT KANSAS EITHER!
9 June 1996
Part of my Brooklyn was Sunday morning shopping on Blake Avenue when all the pushcart vendors were there. The summer debate over whether Good Humor or Bungalow Bar was the better ice cream.P.S. A friend sent me the joke below:
A cabbie is driving by the Empire State Building one day when he's flagged down by a fellow with a neat mustache, wearing a bowler hat and carrying an umbrella. The fellow gets into the cab.
"Where to?" asks the cabbie.
"Trafalgar Square, if you please," replies the fare in a clipped English public-school accent.
The cabbie doesn't bat an eyelash. "That's fifty-percent extra for out-of-town trips," he says, "and ya gotta pay all tolls an' ferry fares."
"Very well," replies the English gentleman, and so off they go. The cabbie drives to Kennedy International, arranges the trip to London, and drives his cab into the hold of a huge auto-transport plane. All the way across the Atlantic they fly, the meter running all the while. (Fifteen cents per sixty seconds not in motion, you know.) When they arrive at Heathrow they disembark, and the cabbie drives to Trafalgar Square.
The English gentleman pays the fare and a good tip besides and disappears into the crowd. The cabbie decides that he may not ever have another chance to see London, so he'll drive around a bit before going back. While he's sightseeing, another fellow by the curb flags him down and gets in the cab.
"Flatbush Avenue, please."
The cabbie scowls back at him and shouts, "I don't go ta Brooklyn!"
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17 July 1996
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