2902 GRAND CONCOURSE, Cradle of My Tender Years
THE ROOF Apartment house, five-story walkup; fifth floor back was us, 5D. The roof was just above our heads - "Tar Beach" we called it in the summer. There I'd sit some summer days, reading traded comic books that I was rapidly outgrowing. How, for instance, could Clark Kent be such a hopeless... Sign in to see full entry.