Hanging around those Stoops of Atlantis was often fun. But sometimes you needed to breath new air so it was into Dad's car for some Road Trippin'!

MUSIC:

1.       Queen – I’m in Love with my Car

2.       Lover Boy- Working for the Weekend

3.       Supermarket Time Portal Muzak

4.       Night City Jazz

5.       Paul McCartney and Wings – Silly Love Songs 

6.       A Flock of Seagulls – I Ran

7.       Queen – Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon

8.       The Belairs – Squadcar

9.       Bill Withers – Grandma’s Hands

10.   Bach – Toccata (Rollerball theme)

11.   Sopranos Theme

12.   Me First and the Gimme Gimmes – Country Roads


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The Dutch called them Stoeps. We called called them Stoops. But those stone steps were much more than practical structures. They were part of our lives and culture.

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Yep- more flubs and Cosmo interruptions. Enjoy!


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We were little demons on those Stoops...and we were also altar boys...mix that with idle hands of a dull summer day and you have a recipe for mischief.

MUSIC:

Hell's Bells - ACDC
The Exorcist Theme
Interstellar First Step - Hans Zimmer
Sympathy for the Devil - The Rolling Stones
Air on the G String - J.S. Bach
Lucifer over Lancashire - The Fall
Running with the Devil - Van Halen
Gonna Raise Hell - Cheap Trick
Only the Good Die Young - Billy Joel

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Last Times are not always last times. Often they are not even obvious as last times. And sometimes they are just the hold between the now and then. Times are strange.

Sometimes you needed a newer, more god-like perspective than those Stoops of Atlantis could offer. So you climbed the steps...

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There was a time when nothing was great. Just being and letting the mind explore.

Museums were magic to this kid from East Harlem and no matter if it was downtown or in my backyard- specimens abounded and fill my eyes with delight. 

Put on your Pro-Keds or Chuck Taylors and follow me on another foot powered exploration of East Harlem in the 1970s. 

Memory fragments - like leaves in autumn - fall around this episode.