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Tag Archives: Brooklyn
Los Sures, Part 21: My Cousin Bobo
I had a lot of cousins, and sometimes it was fun to have them over, although they ate all of our food and drank all of our Yoo-Hoo. But sometimes it was not fun, not at all. Like my cousin … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 18: Johnny Pump
We had two more weeks before school started. That summer was very hot, but every day on our block they had the Johnny Pump on. The Johnny Pump was when the hydrant was on full blast. All the kids would … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 7: Donna Who Lived Downstairs and Who Put Her Hand Down My Pants
Donna who lived downstairs with her mother in the bottom floor apartment at 121 South Second Street was probably my first girlfriend. Donna was our landlord Mojona’s granddaughter. Donna was the daughter of Mojona’s daughter, Melancholia, who worked at the … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 6: Ants in My Pants
Our landlord’s name was Mojona, and she used to babysit us when Mami went out to her second job. Mojona lived on the floor below us, and if I ran around too fast or jumped too hard or laughed too … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 3: Desiree Who Was the Color of Cafe Con Leche
I remember Desiree was the first girl I ever loved, the first girl I ever wanted to marry. I remember I was going to be 4 and she was 7. I remember she lived next door to us at 123 … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 2: The Apartment on South Second Street
We didn’t always live on South Second Street. We moved there from Rutledge Street, on the other side of the neighborhood. But the Hasidic Jews had moved in, so Papi said we couldn’t live there anymore, although he didn’t live … Continue reading