Ford To City: DROP DEAD. They was golden words to us.
Back then, there was at least two New Yorks.
There was TV New York, the one you see at the beginning of TV shows like Barney Miller or Welcome Back Kotter. Long shots of skyscrapers, maybe cut with a street scene or two.
Them scenes got as much to do with real New York as Bugs Bunny does with a real rabbit.
We lived in the park then, your mother and me, in a cave they since filled in with concrete.
Dangerous? Maybe. But at least we was free.
It fascinates me, there is the postcard-perfect image of places then there is reality. History is the same.
Freedom is everything! Love this!
Great last line! It makes you appreciate the value of freedom.
Indeed, there was quite some of that. And in other areas besides …
Love your story, and the voice.
Lovely stuff, theres what they want you to see and then theres everything else, good stuff.
The voice here is terrific. Really pulls you into the story, the sadly common, old old story.
Being free and unbinding to no man. City life is a collection of communities, sometimes us and them. An honest portrayal of how it is.
Delight – love the flow of the language…just wonderful.
Freedom a gift some never forget.
This story unfolds so well. Nicely done …
Isadora ?