![]() That was simple and plain but it was a decent living that people had in the neighborhood, so that was it. ![]() So you either shoveled bags at the airport or you shoveled horse shit at the race track. The neighborhood is right in between JFK and LaGuardia airports and Aqueduct and Belmont Park race tracks. We had block parties and picnics and if we went out in the street and we got in trouble, any parent in the street could and had the right to beat us, that’s just the way it was growing up. We went outside and played stickball during the day and football in the afternoon. There were some kids that had less than us, there were kids that had more than us. My father left when I was around 10 years old and I haven't spoken or seen him again since then, making me the man of the house and making my mother a single mother. ![]() ![]() My parents always instilled in me the fact that I had to work hard for everything that I wanted out of life. I grew up in a lower middle class area of New York City, Hollis Queens. ![]()
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