East Tremont Avenue, 615 East 189Th Street, 1926 Walton Avenue, I lived at all 3 of those addresses. Streets of cynicism, harshness, unbridled nastiness.
To me, it was a place that your survived and that the sane hoped to one day be free of. Just as gritty as any thing in The Us could possibly be.
I love my Baseball team- but aside from The Pinstripers, It's easy to ask- Why would anyone wish to associate with The Bronx!
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