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have the funeral, the other one would have the service. We were all married by that time, and that's the end.

So he worked in the garage.

He owned the St. Clair garage, a partner in the garage, but he worked there.

For many years?

Many years, yes. Many years, many years. When he retired, even, he used to have a route selling eggs. He used to get eggs from someplace and used to sell to Sammy Levenson, everybody, all of our friends, he would have a route. It would keep him busy. He used to come here on Sunday mornings, but to get from the car to the house, he was exhausted. We were usually sleeping, and the kids, he would talk to the kids. Just to get out and talk to somebody was a great event. Then he would leave eggs and he would go.

Basically I wanted to wrap the pre-high school period. There was one thing that we didn't talk about at all, was moving to Boro Park. You lived in Williamsburg.

We lived in Williamsburg and then we moved for a year to 1014 Winthrop Street, in East Flatbush. It was an apartment in like a three- or four-family kind of complex. I don't know what you call it now, attached kind of things. While my brothers were in the country playing in the band, my parents would usually rent a place in Brighton Beach for the summer with the Pines, another family. We would share an apartment. I remember Saturday nights walking with Abie Pine, who died of a heart attack, he was a great softball pitcher whose doctor told him he should never do it, he shouldn't play, and he wouldn't tell his parents and he would play, and he died very young of a heart attack. So we would walk around Coney Island, you know, go to Nathan's, like a ritual kind of thing, and sing all the latest songs from the song sheets and remember the lyrics. And we swam. We used to swim. At that time I used to swim “rocks”. You know, from rock to rock, long distance. Each “rock” was two blocks. It used to be like eight, ten, twenty rocks without stopping, because we were there all summer long. We had a whole summer to kill. What else do you want to know?

Boro Park.

I've got to tell you, because it reminded me of Coney Island and the beach. From Williamsburg, one of the big things in the