Childhood memories become warm and rose colored, "and that's as it should be," so said an old friend of mine who shared more than a few with me. Mine, too, are warm and rose colored; but also vivid. Yes, I really do remember being in a crib. Folks challenge me on that once in a while. But for how much longer, I'm not sure. Once the mental concrete hardens, I'll be left with what I can glean from pictures and second hand accounts. So I wrote this book. And of course, one memory led to another. Eleven years of them, the ones I spent growing up Brooklyn. What follows are the good stories of the people who mattered - still matter - to me. Today more than ever, I look at them with warm, rose colored sight, content that my earliest memories are true and valuable. Note: this version's pictures are in black and white to reduce cost.
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