tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198442674791729773.post7976326110171627068..comments2024-03-29T00:10:48.043-04:00Comments on HMS Defiant: ZUT ALORS!HMS Defianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10024721130102173694noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198442674791729773.post-39601340740947124132022-01-07T16:10:06.277-05:002022-01-07T16:10:06.277-05:00My favorite za in Hillcrest was "The Bronx&qu...My favorite za in Hillcrest was "The Bronx" I was there getting a couple of slices when I heard a loud woman ordering and telling the kitchen staff they weren't from the Bronx, they were from Flatbush.<br />Regional accents down to a few square blocks. I love them.HMS Defianthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10024721130102173694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198442674791729773.post-80044581384913756132022-01-07T14:49:02.539-05:002022-01-07T14:49:02.539-05:00I grew up in Da Bron'x as a kid during WWII. I...I grew up in Da Bron'x as a kid during WWII. In 1949 I took the subway from 161st to Ebbet's field by myself, 8 years old (my friend's father decided to punish him that day for ?): I didn't give two thoughts about it until I got home just about dusk when I got the lecture "Do you know what could've happened" but it didn't and thereafter with some good arguments I was permitted to take the subway all over Da City.<br />NYC, at least in those days, wasn't a huge conglomerate: each apartment building was a small town, a hamlet, if you will, squashed up against another hamlet - that's how we formed teams for stickball.<br />Walking down a street in Manhattan or Queens or Brooklyn for a half hour, you could hear a million (OK! maybe only two dozen) different languages and get a quick nosh (New York for bite) in a tiny storefront (any one of a million different cuisines) for a nickel or a dime.<br />I came back to it (Manhattan) in '68 to finish my ed and set up a practice after an active duty stint in the AF. 20 years and the price of everything was just starting to skyrocket. The streets were starting to look like we were in the midst of a constant garbage strike, transit, unpleasantly decorated by spray-paint “artists”, was beginning to fill with kids (very big kids) carrying their "Boom Boxes" on their left shoulders volume turned to max trying to see if any commuter had the coglioni to ask/tell them to turn it down/off and the cops were no longer permitted to “move d’ bums along”.<br />Come 1989, I foresaw problems arising with the incoming Dinkins administration: NYC was already a 2nd world hellhole ready to drop another level losing admin support to the LEOs; crime (unreported by the media) was already skyrocketing so I pulled the kids out of school to escape to Portland, a beautiful city where you could walk anywhere in any area any time of day or night: remember this was '90.<br />2019 we moved again over three thousand miles away just before the conflagration(s) began; I'm starting to feel paranoid. <br />I wish I could go back to the NY I grew up in.<br />boronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05780356895910449471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198442674791729773.post-12621886028440509872022-01-07T04:43:15.822-05:002022-01-07T04:43:15.822-05:00really good sandwhiches. I'll have to fill you...really good sandwhiches. I'll have to fill you in later. HMS Defianthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10024721130102173694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198442674791729773.post-56238572803108246192022-01-07T04:02:56.998-05:002022-01-07T04:02:56.998-05:00Rachel's?Rachel's?SCOTTtheBADGERhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12859188068159799373noreply@blogger.com