The Hindenburg

The Hindenburg Nineteen thirty-seven was not a hopeful year, but we didn’t know it. Seven year olds weren’t expected to know it. Neighbors shared two-cent papers, hot water visited us occasionally and heat rose from the basement when a few hammer blows split shards of silver paint off our radiator. Perhaps this would rouse the… Continue reading The Hindenburg

Join Me in a Visit to Crotona Park

Indian Rock Overlooks Crotona Park Lake Polished by the forces of erosion, and then delivered by a glacier, The Indian Rock stood sentinel on a hill overlooking Indian Lake. Four smooth, well-worn grooves in the rock provided a grip for my Keds in order to reach its crest. Damn! Why do I play handball? I could… Continue reading Join Me in a Visit to Crotona Park