What Am I Doing Up Here?

What Am I Doing Up Here? The Bronx Finn!, Finn! You can’t catch me! Mrs. Levine, was our next door neighbor. Pretending to be baffled, she ran after me until this three-year-old settled under her tottering dining room table. I was lost, she pretended, and feigned a call for help from another neighbor. Without children… Continue reading What Am I Doing Up Here?

Street Games

Street Games Tje Bronx 1930s No emerald green grass covering our field, no bleachers or grandstands, no roaring crowds. Seabury Place’s black, asphalt street was our stadium. In the 1930s, one of the few cars that had appeared on our street was Dr. Kulock’s Buick when he made a house call. If a rare intruder… Continue reading Street Games

An East Bronx Obituary

An East Bronx Obituary 1980 Charlotte Gardens, it sounds like a name to a cemetery. It is a neighborhood that died and ranch houses are its gravestones. Bronx, mein shtetleh Bronx* what has become of you? President Jimmy Carter proposed it, and President Reagan bulldozed built it. Rows of silent ranch homes replaced a community once… Continue reading An East Bronx Obituary