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Me, sis, sled, snow:

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I was the childhood friend of this person who grew up to be a Rhode Island mobster! For a time we used to play together, when we were about nine or ten years old. He lived a block from me, and his mom and my mom were friends. We often visited each other's houses. I do remember that he had a mean streak in him, and I also remember that he was the ( Read more... )

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As I regress further into infantilism, I go through the accumulated detritus from my early childhood. Here is a silly but cute piece of juvenilia I've uncovered. It is a note written to a neighborhood childhood friend, Anna, in which I regretted not being able to go fishing with her as promised, because of the mud and rain. We were about seven ( Read more... )

She wore men’s clothes and a sailor’s cap. She had arms with real muscles you wouldn’t want to mess with. Her hair was cut short as with most men of the time. She did heavy yard work and could fix cars. Her name was Alice, Alice Pulchano, anglicized from Pulciano. I was a child of nine or ten or eleven when, together with other neighborhood kids my ( Read more... )