Today I spoke with my childhood friend who grew up with me in the Bronx. Jerry was my best and only friend. We tooled around the neighborhood, sung songs on the stoops and ran from bad guys through the streets like lightning.
Many thought he looked exactly like Paul McCartney. I thought so too.
We haven't spoken to each other in years so chatting tonight was a special treat. It were as if we just spoke with each other yesterday.
He's lived in Virginia for many years and I wonder if he'll be retiring soon. I wanted to chat with someone who truly understood the Bronx growing up years tonight rather than just hearing about it and wondering if those events really happened.
Anyway, it was a good chat. Thanks Jerry.