Remember the "character" on your block when you were growing up. Well, we all had one, and most of the time they were older than us. And in no way am I saying that the "character" was a clown or someone to laugh at. No, they could have been someone you looked up to or even taught you your first curse word.
Now on my block the were many characters, from Bobby Wilson to Sam Goldfeather. They were people we saw every day, either hanging out on their porch or walking up the block drunk with a cane. They could have been Jewish, Irish, Black, Italian, just about any race, shape or size. But what made them a "character" was usually what they said and what we learned from them.
Yeah, sitting around him on the stoop late at night, or leaning against a fence on East Fourth listening to all his war stories about growing up in Brooklyn. And the stories were all interesting and made you laugh, because otherwise you wouldn't be there listening. Or maybe you looked for the "character" every time you went to Izzy and Bennies candy store on McDonald Avenue. Someone who may have been smoking a cigar and wearing sunglasses at night time, and cursing at you as their own special way of greeting you.
"Hey you F_ _ king A_ _ hole where da hell have you been?"
Never getting mad when the character cursed at you, because you knew he actually loved you, and his cursing was just his way of letting you know that.
And today I'm very worried about our kids and the lack of characters. This world we live in has gotten so bland and soul-less, maybe it's this political correctness bullshit thats turning everyone into a pussy. I don't know, but I feel sorry for all these young people who have no "character" in their lives. No one to listen to telling stories on the stoop, no one to call them a F_ _king A_ _ hole as a form of greeting in some candy store on McDonald Avenue.
A real shame I tell you, a real damn shame.
Yes, the "character", we all had one when we were growing up. And I'd like you to tell me about the "character" you remembered when you lived in Kensington. Because I don't know if it's me, but I just don't feel we have enough of them today. And that makes me sad, because someday my kids may need someone to learn a real good curse word from.
And I don't want to be their only teacher.
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