That’s right, after spending about a week in
Methodist Hospital back in 1957 I finally left
Park Slope. And you know what, I didn’t even
get to drool on Pete or Denis Hamill.
No, they were probably too busy playing
stickball to even care.
But I was able to smuggle out the maternity
ward address in my diaper, just in case I
ever need it to get my kids in PS 321.
So don’t feel bad, you weren’t the first person
to move out of Park Slope for Kensington.
Because I already did it back in 1957
and never knew the difference.
(My dad, brother Joseph and my mom
holding me right out front of 399)
Ron Lopez
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