I lived at 422 new lots. I remember it was 25 cents to get in and my mom always went to get the plates. We sometimes chipped in to buy one ticket for a person to get in and he would open the door on Bradford Street and all of us would run in and hide under the seats while the ushers try to catch us. Carl the cop always chased us off the corner and we usually went upstairs to murray’s pool room. Murray was known as “bilty” and his last name was Finklestein.There was a sweet shop a few doors down where we would buy pistachio and indian nuts. We used to watch the tv in the window across the street at bressner’s. Always something to do and we had fun doing it. A great neighborhood to grow up in and a lot was learned from all the education we received by growing up on the street. take care,
buddy
I lived at 422 new lots. I remember it was 25 cents to get in and my mom always went to get the plates. We sometimes chipped in to buy one ticket for a person to get in and he would open the door on Bradford Street and all of us would run in and hide under the seats while the ushers try to catch us. Carl the cop always chased us off the corner and we usually went upstairs to murray’s pool room. Murray was known as “bilty” and his last name was Finklestein.There was a sweet shop a few doors down where we would buy pistachio and indian nuts. We used to watch the tv in the window across the street at bressner’s. Always something to do and we had fun doing it. A great neighborhood to grow up in and a lot was learned from all the education we received by growing up on the street. take care, buddy