I went to their 1965 New Years Eve party, where they played Chubby Checker and I learned how to dance the twist. Until I ran away, I thought everyone in the world was either Jewish or Italian. I was intimidated by all the dark, Brooklyn-rough Italian boys in my class.īusing started, a few black kids filtered into school, and I made a new friend, Eric, who took me home to meet his mom in Bedford Stuyvesant, thought to be a dangerous black ghetto. When Mom met the man who brought it all, she married him. My younger brother and I were quickly dispatched to get the stuff into the house, so they couldn’t see Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. The butcher brought steaks the florist, flowers the bagel man left fresh hot steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. I learned to hate all religion and still do. We couldn’t understand why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and cry. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t know their crazy prayers. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him.
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