When I look at this scene I can remember how we loved that swing set. Gary looks like a typical little kid hanging on for dear life (he was only 3) while I seem all proud and sure of myself. Nicky Geist and his mother Gladys lived across the street, or was it Mrs Burke...I'm not sure who lived where...I seldom went across the road...Bristol Street wasn't paved so I consider it a road.
The coffee pot of my childhood.
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