It was the greatest neighborhood. We would hang out on the building stoops or at Herman's Ice Cream Parlor. We would sit for hours listening to the juke box and maybe only spend 25 cents on a cherry coke. Sometime we would even have one of Herman's eggcreams. I remember stick ball, roller skates with the keys, skully and box ball.
Long bike rides through Prospect Park and on to the zoo.
I bet I was only 9 or 10 when we took off by ourselves. On hot summer day it was off to Coney Island to spend the day at the beach. Life was great then. Remember the Good Humor truck or the ice man. He sold the delicious Italian ices.