179TH AND VYSE, BRONX, NY (PART LX): LIFE BEFORE DEATH IN (ugh) NEW JERSEY --- BRONX DREAMIN'

the older i get the more i reminisce and replay the old days on 179th st. from 1940 to the day i finished college when my life ended in 1953. from the jap bastards bombing pearl harbor 'til the bastard north koreans and the bastard harry truman sent me off to war.

overall i have obfuscated the boring and bad teenager times but have enhanced my memories of good times. sledding on the empty lot on bryant ave (now city housing); touch football in the churchyard behind the lot; roasting mickies in the wall separating the churchyard from the lot; basketball at p. s. 6 schoolyard; basketball at p. s. 67 schoolyard and in their 1st floor gym with the low ceiling so only a line drive shot would go in and on their rooftop gym; the young pretty and overrated girls in my elementary school classes; clinton h. s. winning the city championship on a last minute scoring spree; clinton football games at rall's island stadium; the boy-girl parties on saturday night after a full day; marcia i's sweet sixteen party; marcia ii's sweet sixteen party; esther's sweet sixteen party (she was 2 years older than me at that time but when she got married 10 years later she was the same age as me, hmmmm..); cousin rita's sweet sixteen party; taking the ccny entrance exam; being awed and amazed at the adult looking college students on campus; entering the greatest college ccny and being amazed at my own ignorance. struggling through classes without doing any readings(i still have to complete my 1st week's history i reading); college parties - girls, girls, girls - unfortunately in the old days i had no idea what they were for.

just scratching the surface of this period. finally walking out of school on my last day and realizing the vacation is over. what the hell do i do now?

anyway the next 60 years are a blur. nevermind.

i am not editing this. it is what it is.

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