Remembering...guttered, sidewalk streets and my life in Brooklyn, N.Y. during the '30s ... Stick ball, a broom handle home base, is the sewa plate sidewalk's a foul, the candystaw's a homerun The bases are chawked so pleez don't squawk "Hey guys! Let's brake for an egg cream... 'Make mine sweet, I'm a chawklit freek' Frozen jellybahs and pumkin seeds Prizes in gumbawl machines 'Hey! look what I got?' Aw shid! it's Jap-aneez "Gee Mom! it ain't soo cold i know it's doctas weatha, i won't catch no cold" Hey 'Beanso'! whats da scaw? You guys won, cant play, its too dark fawmaw, hey! Th'Lone Rangas on tanight Ya betta not fawget stick ball tomorrow after school when dere's maw light "i got homewoik tanight"