cuznjohn
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Hi,
Did not live that far from there, 77th and 1st AV. When someone torched our Catholic school had to take a bus to Harlem to school. Grew up there in the 60's, back when we all had respect for our Parents and Cops. There was a game us 11 year olds had was to run in the lobby of an apartment building and ring all the doorbells and run away. This was a stupid kid dare type of thing. I will not go into great detail but a Cop saw us do it twice. We all got taken down to the station and learned some more respect that day. We never told our parents because we only would have gotten from them, again! The cops knew this and would get away with it back then. I kind of look back at it as scared straight.
I think that is how bad behavior starts, just little things then escalates from there. Nip it in the bud and it stops right there. My Son is now 35 and I remember when he was a kid he would see how far he could "push". When we all get together and my Grandchildren act up, I just look at my Son and grin, Lol. Payback can be sweet sometimes. :thumbup:
Too bad these cops today could not teach those aholes "some respect" Lol!
we lived on 2nd ave and 110th street, one of the things we would do is hang out in a doorway with stright pins and toss them at people with sweaters as they passed by hoping they would stick in the sweater. we would also have dough fights. there was a bakery on the corner of 109th st and 2nd ave that would sell us a big batch of dough for 5 cents and we would throw it at people and cars, we were bad