Where the ghost of ebbets fields
whispers echoes of yesterday
under the boardwalks of coney island
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Ah, this takes me back to one of many of my NYC stomping grounds as a rowdy yet harmless teen in the late 70's Of course Ebbets was long gone...and the Mets had already won their 1st Championship some 8 years before I switched my turf from Lower Manhattan to Brooklyn. Now, some 35 years later, livin' in the burbs, just a reach or two from the Bronx & my New York Yankees...It is just like that ole' cliche, as it seems like only yesterday...An excellent write, Alfonso & as Bob Hope used to sing (off-key) when I was all of 12 years old...Thanks for the memories! outside and still not too far from
Indeed a beautiful write. I love your ink.