“There a hold up in the Bronx, Brooklyn’s broken out in fights. There’s a traffic jam in Harlem- That’s backed up to Jackson Heights. There’s a scout group short a child, Khruschev’s due at Idlewild- Car 54 Where Are You?”Toody, Muldoon and Officer Schnauser- where are you when we need you? Indelible visuals of their caricatures implanted in our minds. We only wanted them to get back together as partners. Oh, their chemistry, it was really strong. My go to is Barbra with an A. “Was it all so simple then or has time re-written every line?”

Interesting when the going is good, in euphoric recall fashion, I remember the days of no wine, maybe sweet sixteen roses. We drew the hopscotch board on the part of the sidewalk that was flat. Throwing my skate key as my hopscotch shooter was so exciting- where would it fall? Happy to land with two feet on 3 and 4 or 6 and 7 (double squares). Biggest worry was that the street light would go on before I found my skate key en route home to watch the latest episode of Dr. Kildare( Richard Chamberlain ) was very cute . We loved playing stoop ball- loosely based on baseball, only you used a Spaulding and retrieved it from the stoop steps. So enjoyed the game of Jacks, even though I was often left with scrapes on the side of my hand from my pinky to my wrist. No worries- bacitracin and band-aids were big in my house. The boys on the block played Stickball, (baseball with a stick.) 

Johnny on The Pony was a fave, rough housing at its best. Great memory and first glimpse into early on-set competition was watching the kids play skully. Remember, flicking bottle caps into a chalk made skully board. Object not over-flicking–nope it’s on the line. 

And then came the Whistle. I think my father practiced it a few times before we heard it coming as a “it’s time.” I did not look forward to hearing that sound at all, and in the middle of a game -ugh! But Daddy we aren’t done. “Please, just a little bit longer.”! Denominations of time didn’t matter. 10 more minutes would have done. I cherished these after dinner nightly reunions. Iris Stoller and Linda Widensky were becoming my two best friends. I just got my new jacks set and they wanted to play with me. The crescendo of childhood memories was getting the baby bead bracelet with the letters spelling my name encased in gold. My piece of the sky, indeed. 

So with resignation and dismay I left the street. Bath time, Dr. Kildare and maybe some of Pinky Pinkham( Dorothy Provine) singing a few turnes at the Charleston Club. So like the corners of my mind- with skate keys, red licorice and connecting with childhood friends on Facebook- I wish every Daddy and Grandpa a Happy Father’s Day. And what I would give to hear that infamous whistle beckoning me to come in just one more time- And Daddy this time I would come in right away!