We played ball and kick the can on 43rd street. I remember a time when you took a pack of cigs from your mom and we went down the street to the hollow, smoked them all and got sick. I remember the “beat the dog across the next door yard.” We had a wonderful childhood together. Your social security # is one digit off mine.
We had a wonderful live together and some day we’ll meet again. Love ya, man. An old neighbor and friend from 43rd St.. May god bless you and your family.
See you on the other side.
Ron Dreyer