Where Was I?

I was carried up these steps of my grandmother's house after I was born and we lived there for almost a year.

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.