tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983107378850855589.post3444885000489589088..comments2023-11-30T12:28:03.884-08:00Comments on Still a Brooklyn Kid: Bay Ridge backyards, 1916Still a Brooklyn Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08374474348068027217noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983107378850855589.post-34290762138033656932011-03-12T17:22:52.234-08:002011-03-12T17:22:52.234-08:00Whoops! that's me, Brooklyn girl, in comment 2...Whoops! that's me, Brooklyn girl, in comment 2. I think I finally got my Google account right...Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18184632673237853536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983107378850855589.post-21608849980469931522011-03-12T11:28:09.817-08:002011-03-12T11:28:09.817-08:00This lucky Brooklyn kid had so much affection for ...This lucky Brooklyn kid had so much affection for his childhood that when we first knew each other (I was 21 and he was 24), late one summer night he escorted me via the 4th Avenue Local from Manhattan to Bay Ridge. He wanted me to see his block and his house! His parents, who hadn't met me yet, were fast asleep. We just sat on his front stoop and talked before heading back to the Upper West Side. Who could resist?Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14539453136954592255noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8983107378850855589.post-15561535102995949302011-03-12T10:27:50.094-08:002011-03-12T10:27:50.094-08:00Those fences are lovely and hypnotic. Who needs C...Those fences are lovely and hypnotic. Who needs Christo? You are lucky to have had that view and more so to have the photograph. When you consider the highest bidder can't buy the gleam in your eye, no one can deny, you're a lucky Brooklyn Kid.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com