RETURN TO THE BRONX

yesterday, as i was thinking of my dream of being lost in queens, i recalled the only time i took a public bus from queens to the bronx.

i was on leave from the army (protecting america and young dick cheney) in november 1953 when my father died.  i arrived at mitchel air force base having gotten a lift on a B17 or B29 (one of those Bs) from a stop in st louis on my way from denver.  in order to return to THE BRONX i had to use public ground transportation and vaguely recall finally arriving in west farms square in the early morning.

although familiar with queens my sleeping-dream state has its own rendition of what that borough is.  in the 1930s it was a huge empty lot now converted to part of the megalopolis.

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