 wheel than it takes to whisk an egg into an omelette. My three siblings took up the backseat.

Mom was a heavy smoker of Kent 100’s. She intended no harm but she put out smoke continuously. A dragon, had it been a passenger,!! would have had to roll its window down. By today’s standards I can’t believe my mother’s smoke of which I shared equally could hardly be considered secondary.

On one particular day the family piled into the wagon and we headed off Staten Island and into the “city”. Residents of Staten Island aka Richmond County one of the five boroughs of New York City never considered themselves really part of the “city”. Manhattan was the City. The words “circus” and “Barnum & Bailey” were being bantered about by the occupants. I had no clue what it all meant. But I sensed an air of excitement mixed with nicotine.

The drive into NYC was unmemorable which is very unusual. It must be an age indicator. Since I definitely remember my mother saying Novenas with rosary at the ready everytime Pops climbed behind the wheel. Many a Hertz rental’s passenger side armrest were left with my mother’s nails permanently imprinted in the cheap vinyl. We spent summers on the west side of the Rockies but had to get there by transversing Berthoud Pass after leaving Denver’s Stapleton Airport. When the Hail Maryies became audible to everyone aboard my father would go into the 5 mph switchbacks at the very least doing 10 mph. Mom would lean over everytime look at the speedometer and say, “5 mph, you’re doing 10!” He’d ease off the fuel a bit but inside I could tell that he couldn’t wait for the next bend.

I do remember some difficulty trying to find a parking place for the wagon. You know I don’t know if ever in my lifetime that I have seen Pops execute a parallel parking manuever. At 90 years of age I am not getting my hopes up that he ever shall. Not one attempt in all that time. Finally he found a piece of vacant curb and brought the wagon in for a landing. Everyone began piling out onto the sidewalk. After a discussion about the spot’s legality, I was unbuckled, lifted out of the vehicle and placed on my very first Manhattan sidewalk. A momentous occasion without
wheel than it takes to whisk an egg into an omelette. My three sibling accept up the backseat. 

 Mom was a heavy smoker of Kent 100 ’s. She mean no damage but she put out smoke endlessly. A dragon, had it been a passenger, !! would have had to roll its windowpane down. By today ’s standard I ca n’t believe my mother ’s fastball of which I shared equally could barely be considered secondary. 

 On one especial day the family stack into the wagon and we headed off Staten Island and into the “ city ”. Residents of Staten Island aka Richmond County one of the five borough of New York City never considered themselves really part of the “ city ”. Manhattan was the City. The words “ circus ” and “ Barnum & Bailey ” were being kid about by the occupants. I own no clue what it all meant. But I sensed an tune of excitement mixed with nicotine. 

 The drive into NYC was unmemorable which is very unusual. It must be an age indicator. Since I definitely remember my mother saying Novenas with rosary at the ready everytime Pops climbed behind the wheel. Many a Hertz rental ’s passenger side armrest were left with my mother ’s nails permanently imprinted in the brassy vinyl. We spent summers on the west english of the Rockies but take to get there by transversing Berthoud Pass after leaving Denver ’s Stapleton Airport. When the Hail Maryies became audible to everyone aboard my founder would go into the 5 mph switchbacks at the very least doing 10 mph. ma would lean over everytime look at the speedometer and say, “ 5 mph, you ’re doing 10! ” He ’d ease off the fuel a bit but inside I could tell that he could n’t wait for the next bend. 

 I do commend some difficulty judge to rule a parking place for the wagon. You know I do n’t acknowledge if ever in my lifetime that I have seen pop execute a parallel parking manuever. At 90 years of age I am not getting my hope up that he ever shall. Not one attack in all that time. Finally he found a piece of vacant curb and fetch the wagon in for a landing. Everyone begin piling out onto the sidewalk. After a discussion about the smudge ’s legality, I was unbuckled, lifted out of the vehicle and place on my very first Manhattan sidewalk. A momentous affair without
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wheel than it takes to whisk an an My three took up the smoker Kent 100’s. She no harm but put out smoke continuously. A dragon, it been a passenger,!! would have had to roll its window down. By standards I can’t believe my mother’s smoke of which I shared equally could be secondary. one day the family piled into the wagon and we headed off Staten Island and into the Residents of Staten Island aka Richmond County one the five boroughs of York City never considered themselves part the “city”. was City. words “circus” and & Bailey” were being bantered about by the occupants. I had no clue what it all meant. I sensed of excitement with The into NYC was is very unusual. It must be Since I definitely remember my mother saying Novenas rosary at ready everytime Pops climbed behind the Many a Hertz rental’s passenger side armrest were with my mother’s nails permanently imprinted in the cheap vinyl. We spent summers on the of the Rockies but to get there transversing Pass leaving Stapleton Airport. the Hail Maryies became audible to everyone aboard my father would into the 5 mph switchbacks at the very least doing Mom lean over everytime at the speedometer and “5 you’re doing 10!” He’d the a I tell he couldn’t wait for next bend. I do remember difficulty trying to find wagon. You know I don’t know if ever my lifetime that I have seen Pops a parallel parking manuever. At 90 years of age I am not my hopes he ever shall. Not one attempt in all time. Finally he found piece of vacant curb and brought the wagon in a Everyone began out onto the After a discussion the spot’s legality, unbuckled, lifted of vehicle my very first Manhattan sidewalk. A occasion
 wheel than it takes to whisk an Egg into an oMeletTe. MY thReE sibLingS took up the backSEat.

MOm was a heavy smoker of KenT 100’s. She InTEndeD No Harm bUt she puT OuT SMokE cOnTinUoUSlY. A draGon, Had it beEn a passengEr,!! wOuLd have had to rOLl Its window dOwn. by today’s stanDarDs I can’T bEliEVe my mOthEr’s smOke of wHIch I shAred equalLy COuld haRDly be coNSIdEred Secondary.

On one parTIcULar day the familY piled InTO tHE WagOn aNd we headed OfF StatEN Island ANd INTO thE “City”. Residents Of Staten IslANd aKa RichMoNd COUnty onE of thE fIVe bOroughs of NeW YorK City neveR consiDEred theMSelves rEally pArt Of tHe “ciTY”. MAnHatTaN Was THe citY. the Words “cirCuS” aNd “BarNum & BAILEY” werE beIng bAnterEd about by the oCcuPantS. i haD no clUe whaT it aLl Meant. but I seNsed aN aIr of excitement mIxed With nicotIne.

thE drIvE into nyC was uNmeMorAble whiCh is verY UnuSuAL. iT mUst be an age indicatoR. SINCe i definitEly remEMbEr MY mother sAyIng noveNAS with RosaRY aT the readY everyTImE POps climBeD behinD tHe wHeeL. Many A hertZ rentaL’s passenGer siDE armrest were leFT with my mother’S NaILS pERmanEntLy imprinted In thE CheaP vinYL. WE spENt sumMers oN tHE wESt side of the Rockies bUt Had to gEt theRe by transversIng BerthouD pASs after lEaviNG DENver’s Stapleton airpoRt. When the HAIl MaryieS becaMe audiblE to everyoNE Aboard my FatHer WouLd gO INtO the 5 mph switchBACks aT tHe very lEasT doing 10 mPh. MOm wOulD leAn Over everyTime look At ThE sPeEdoMeter ANd say, “5 mph, YoU’re DoIng 10!” he’d eaSE off thE fuel A bit BuT iNSidE I could TElL THat hE cOuLdn’t WaiT fOr the Next BEnd.

i do remeMber some dIffICultY tRyIng to fiNd a parking plaCe For the wagoN. YOu kNow I doN’T Know if evEr in my lifetime that I have SEen Pops ExeCute a ParaLlel parkiNg mAnueveR. At 90 YEars of Age I am Not geTtIng MY Hopes UP ThAt hE eVer shall. NoT ONe aTtempT iN all That timE. Finally he found a piECe oF vacant curb anD brOughT THe WagON iN For A lANdiNG. everyone began piLing out ontO tHE sIdewalk. AftER a dIsCussion About thE spot’S LegalitY, I was unbuCkled, liftEd Out oF THe vEhicle and pLaced on mY very firsT manhaTTaN sideWalK. A momeNtOus OccasIon witHOut
 wheel than it takes to wh isk an egg  into  an  om el ette . My  three sibling s  too k up the backseat.

Mo m was  a heav y  s moker  of Ken t  1 0 0 ’s.  S he  in te n de d nohar m but s he put out  sm ok e continuous l y.  A dragon,  ha d it been apas senger ,! ! w o uld h ave  hadto rol l  its w indow dow n. By tod a y’s sta n d ar ds I  can’t believe my mo t her’s smoke of  which  I sh a r edequ ally could  h ardly be cons i de r e d  se c ondary.

On o ne particul a r d ay the  f ami l y pile d int ot hewagon and w e he aded offStaten Islanda nd into  the “ cit y”.  Res i de nt s o fS tat e nIsl a ndaka Rich mo nd  Coun ty o n e o f th e f iveborou ghs of New Yo rkCity nev er co nside redth emsel ves re allypa rt of the “city ”. M anhattanwas  t heCi ty. T h e word s “ cir cus” an d “Barn u m &  B a i l ey ” were being bante re d ab out by t he occ u pa nt s . I hadno  cl ue w h a t itallm ea nt. ButI sens e dan  air of  e xcitem en t m ixe d wit h  nic otine. 

The dr ive i n to NYC was unm e morable which is v er y  unu sua l. It mustbe a n  age  ind i ca tor .  Sinc e I d ef i ni t ely remember my mot he r sayi ng No venas with ro sary at th e r eady eve ryti m eP ops climbed be hindthe wheel. Many a H ertzrental’s  passenge r side arm res t w ere  le f t  w ith my mother ’ s  nai ls  perman ent ly impr int edinthe  c heap viny l. We sp en tsu mm ers  on t h e west s id e o fthe  Rock i es but  hadto g et  t h ere  by tra n sv e r sing  B er thou d P as s aft er l e avi ng Denv er’s Stap let o n Ai rp or t. When  the Hail Mar yi es becameau dib le toe v eryone a board my father would g o  into t he5 mph  swi tchbacksatthe ve ryl east d oing 1 0 mph .Mom w ouldl e an  ov er  everytime l ook  at t he  spe edomete r and say, “5 mph, you ’re doing 10! ” H e’de a se  of f  t h e f ue l  ab i t but inside Icould tell  t h at  he couldn ’ t w ai t for t he next  bend . 

I doremembersome diff ic ulty t ryi ng to find  a parki ng placef or th e  w agon.  Yo u know  I  do n’t k now if eve r inmy lif et ime th at Iha ve seenPops execute a parallel  parki ng ma nue ver. At 9 0 y e ars  of age I  amnot gettin g m y h opesupt hat h e ev e rsha l l. No t on e  attempti nall t ha t time. Fin a l l y h e fou nda  piece  ofvacant curb and b r ought the wago n in f ora l a ndin g.  Everyone bega n p il i n g out on to  the sidewa lk. Afte ra  disc ussion  about  the sp o t ’s legali ty,I w as unbuck led ,l ifted o ut  o f  the v ehic le  and p lacedo n my v ery first Manhat tan s i d ewalk .  Amomen to us occa s ionwithout
 wheel_than it_takes to whisk an_egg into_an_omelette. My_three_siblings took up_the backseat.

Mom was_a heavy smoker of_Kent 100’s. She_intended_no harm but she put out smoke continuously. A dragon, had it been a_passenger,!!_would have_had_to_roll its window down. By_today’s standards I can’t believe_my mother’s_smoke of which I shared equally could hardly_be_considered secondary.

On one_particular day the family piled into the wagon and_we headed off Staten Island and_into the “city”._Residents_of_Staten Island aka Richmond_County one of the five boroughs_of New York City never considered_themselves really part of the “city”. Manhattan_was the City. The words “circus”_and “Barnum & Bailey” were_being bantered_about by the occupants. I_had no clue_what it_all meant. But_I sensed an air of excitement_mixed with nicotine.

The_drive into NYC was unmemorable which_is_very unusual. It_must_be_an age_indicator. Since I_definitely_remember my_mother_saying Novenas with rosary at the_ready_everytime Pops climbed behind the wheel. Many_a Hertz rental’s passenger_side_armrest were left with_my mother’s nails permanently imprinted_in the cheap vinyl. We spent_summers on_the west_side of the Rockies but had to get there by transversing_Berthoud Pass after leaving Denver’s Stapleton_Airport. When the Hail_Maryies became_audible_to everyone aboard_my_father would_go into the 5 mph switchbacks at_the very_least doing 10 mph. Mom would_lean over everytime look_at_the speedometer and say, “5 mph,_you’re doing 10!” He’d ease off_the fuel a bit but_inside_I_could tell that he couldn’t_wait for the next bend.

I do_remember some difficulty_trying to find a parking place for_the_wagon. You know I don’t know_if_ever in my lifetime that I_have_seen_Pops execute a parallel parking_manuever. At 90 years of age_I am not getting my hopes up that he_ever shall. Not_one attempt in all that_time._Finally_he found a piece of vacant curb and brought the_wagon in_for a landing._Everyone began piling out onto the sidewalk. After a discussion_about the spot’s legality, I was unbuckled,_lifted out of the vehicle and placed on my very first_Manhattan sidewalk. A momentous occasion without