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so what does it mean? the grand ave house is sold? I don’t care who lives across the street. I don’t care if they don’t like me. I like what I like and I’ll buy what I like & can afford.
Bxgrl – Bronx was HORRIBLE inthe 70’s and 80’s
my mom(nyc school teacher) – um her first job placement was in the south bronx in 1974 – good god what that must have been like
she said the Black Panthers used to picket out front shouting at the teachers to go home whitey – meantime here is my mom 28 years old not a racist bone in her body honestly wanting to help the youth regardless of race and she had to deal with that upon entering the school
K, I managed to survive without those things happening to me, but anecdotes are just those.
I loved being able to play actual sports instead of Nintendo, with real kids on the streets.
I loved being able to get in just about every cultural institution for free.
I loved being able to take the train to Yankee Stadium and actually be able to buy box seats and see the game without paying a fortune to some effin’ broker.
I loved being able to go to Times Square and see a double feature for a buck without seeing fukin’ Disney all over my town.
I loved being able to ride on the outside of buses and trains.
I loved being able to get what I need from quirky local merchants who lived in my neighborhood.
I loved playing stickball with my homies, and basketball, without some damn parents trying to stick me on a team with a coach and a uniform.
I loved smelling the bread from the Silvercup factory.
I loved smelling all the other factories in NYC and knowing that all the ‘poor’ parents actually had jobs in them.
I loved when the stuff I bought didn’t say ‘Made in China’.
I loved when any working shlump like me could live in any neighborhood they wanted.
I could go on, but you get my drift. There was good and bad, but all we ever hear about is the bad. NY was a thriving place then, always was, and always will be. A lot to be said for the good old days, but I’ve moved on and adapted.
As an Oldie, I think everyone is losing sight of the fact that the world changes in ways both good & bad & the longer you live, the more changes occur. The purpose of this blog it seems to me is to serve as a place for an exchange of ideas &, as we saw last night, even when our basic philosophies may differ, the gumutlich is there. A totally homogeneous group would be boring. I’ve learned a lot of both practical & theoretical knowledge from many posts. Some of the ad hominem remarks are uncalled for but even they add to the spirit of the dialogue. Some days a neutral stimulus can just lie there while other days the same entry will start a bunch of vitriolic comments. I believe it has more to do w/ our own particular mood on a given day than w/ what specific issue is raised. I hope, Benson, that you find some tranquillity during your vacation & return w/ the general upbeat outlook you’re more typically noted for.
“BRG is alive! woot! give her hugs if u talk to her outside of here. i was terrified it would be a law and order episode with biff in the arrangement po’ room explaining PLUSA’s”
so what does it mean? the grand ave house is sold? I don’t care who lives across the street. I don’t care if they don’t like me. I like what I like and I’ll buy what I like & can afford.
Bxgrl – Bronx was HORRIBLE inthe 70’s and 80’s
my mom(nyc school teacher) – um her first job placement was in the south bronx in 1974 – good god what that must have been like
she said the Black Panthers used to picket out front shouting at the teachers to go home whitey – meantime here is my mom 28 years old not a racist bone in her body honestly wanting to help the youth regardless of race and she had to deal with that upon entering the school
Glad to see everyone’s got their “irish up” today. Biff, you should have stopped for a V-8 at a deli, works wonders 4 the morning after.
K, I managed to survive without those things happening to me, but anecdotes are just those.
I loved being able to play actual sports instead of Nintendo, with real kids on the streets.
I loved being able to get in just about every cultural institution for free.
I loved being able to take the train to Yankee Stadium and actually be able to buy box seats and see the game without paying a fortune to some effin’ broker.
I loved being able to go to Times Square and see a double feature for a buck without seeing fukin’ Disney all over my town.
I loved being able to ride on the outside of buses and trains.
I loved being able to get what I need from quirky local merchants who lived in my neighborhood.
I loved playing stickball with my homies, and basketball, without some damn parents trying to stick me on a team with a coach and a uniform.
I loved smelling the bread from the Silvercup factory.
I loved smelling all the other factories in NYC and knowing that all the ‘poor’ parents actually had jobs in them.
I loved when the stuff I bought didn’t say ‘Made in China’.
I loved when any working shlump like me could live in any neighborhood they wanted.
I could go on, but you get my drift. There was good and bad, but all we ever hear about is the bad. NY was a thriving place then, always was, and always will be. A lot to be said for the good old days, but I’ve moved on and adapted.
“gotta love the chicken too.. someone needs to maarket that to KFC, stat!
*rob*
Posted by: PitbullNYC at June 18, 2009 11:54 AM”
I almost missed that! Thanks Rob!
As an Oldie, I think everyone is losing sight of the fact that the world changes in ways both good & bad & the longer you live, the more changes occur. The purpose of this blog it seems to me is to serve as a place for an exchange of ideas &, as we saw last night, even when our basic philosophies may differ, the gumutlich is there. A totally homogeneous group would be boring. I’ve learned a lot of both practical & theoretical knowledge from many posts. Some of the ad hominem remarks are uncalled for but even they add to the spirit of the dialogue. Some days a neutral stimulus can just lie there while other days the same entry will start a bunch of vitriolic comments. I believe it has more to do w/ our own particular mood on a given day than w/ what specific issue is raised. I hope, Benson, that you find some tranquillity during your vacation & return w/ the general upbeat outlook you’re more typically noted for.
“Yo, I just noticed that yesterday HOTD (385 Grand Ave) thread is gone. what happened? I hope it’s not sold yet cause I like to pick it up for cheap”
“what happened to the Grand Ave house post from yesterday?”
It’s across the street from Brownstoner’s house!!!!!!!!!
The Hypocrisy on this Blog is just disgusting! At lease one thing about me I don’t “Flip Flop” Assholes!
The What
Someday this war is gonna end…
am sorry – I got totally laazy!
I have to remember to Tivo RHONJ directors cut tonight as I won’t be home!
“BRG is alive! woot! give her hugs if u talk to her outside of here. i was terrified it would be a law and order episode with biff in the arrangement po’ room explaining PLUSA’s”
You’re too much Rob! I’ll pass the word! : )