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One day Joe but that's
all it needs.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 13, 2012 at 8:55 AM
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I suspect that is a fate for all of us! sam 
posted by
sam444
on February 13, 2012 at 7:23 AM
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it's horrible feeling to love someone who loves another
posted by
Annicita
on February 13, 2012 at 7:00 AM
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Re: Re: Sometimes it's all we can do to be happy we had that one day as
Wow! You had a long ride. My dad worked along Souther Boulevard for the Fire Department. Did your grandparents ever complain about 32E, the building maintenance union? Not a very upstanding group. I had to take the subway from 200th to 14th St to get to the Hayes annex as a freshman. The next three years I took the IRT to the main building on 149th, though sometimes my friend Kelly and I would hitxh-hike down the Grand Concourse. Why? Because we weren't supposed to.
posted by
2902
on February 13, 2012 at 4:51 AM
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Re: Sometimes it's all we can do to be happy we had that one day as
I only was in that area to get to school. My maternal grandparets were janitors-- lived on Cambrellng, Crotona, 149th Street, and Southern Boulevard.
posted by
LongoGeremia
on February 13, 2012 at 12:59 AM
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One day of living, and loving, is better than to have never lived, or loved, or been loved at all.
posted by
TAPS.
on February 12, 2012 at 8:34 PM
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Sometimes it's all we can do to be happy we had that one day as
a butterfly. Some don't even have that.
Thanks for filling me in. I knew that area so well as a kid, before the Bronx High School of Science moved in. Summers we were able to swim BA two sessions a day in the Clinton pool, and the only charge was two bars of soap. Ever rent a rowboat on Van Cortlandt Lake?
posted by
2902
on February 12, 2012 at 7:54 PM
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