We moved shortly thereafter, and it was through this door that my mother and I left every day to go shopping.
In about 1950, there was an air raid siren and my mother and I had to stand against this wall until the siren stopped.
I attended kindergarten in this school and one day when nobody was there at the end of the school day to pick me up, at the age of 5... I walked home alone. I was a Boss Ass Bitch even back then:
I was carried out of this door at the age of 5 to have my tonsils removed:
I fell asleep behind this window until the age of 6 and every night I could hear the cars pass on the busy street that led to a highway.
I grew up in a bedroom behind this window and in that room I imagined all of the possibilities:
This is where I attended grade school and here is where I waited for my mother to bring me my lunch:
The day it was announced that JFK was assassinated, I was in Mr. Lenchner's math class sitting behind this window at Valley Stream North High School:
Every day I attended classes in college for four years, I waited here for the light to change so I could make that left turn to go home.
The night I heard Sharon Tate was killed I was sitting in this Bickford's in that chair on 14th Street and 7th Avenue:
I was standing on this corner when I first heard President Nixon resigned:
This was the school in which I most enjoyed working:
And for over 50 years, these were variations of my views:
It was sometimes fun and sometimes monotonous... it is what it was. That's all. It all passes into the arms of time.
