Driving down Fairfield Avenue recently, I passed a nondescript two-story house that is now carved into apartments. Looking at it now, it s hard to bel .
By Janet Grace
We moved to Queens, NY when I was 19, a Music Manor at QCNY, I’d bike back and forth to school, prop my bike up by a lamp post and join the latch key kids playing stick ball outside our building, while waiting for their parents to arrive. Their ages ranged from five to eleven and if truth be told, my inner judgment believing children needed to be protected was what nudged me to join them. Yes, I was doing it for myself. The neighborhood was changing and cars raced up and down that street as children darted to get a ball or miss getting hit by speeding cars weigh little regard for much.