Yea, I remember the piles of yellow/golden leaves in the street, and the hockey puck shot into the pile, only to come out with chunks of dog s**t all over it, and then shooting it at you or Robert hoping you wouldn't notice.
Please enjoy all our stories of what it was like growing up in Kensington and Windsor Terrace in a time long forgotten. And always remember the streets that raised and taught you well.
Think Summer Now
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View from the front porch
We are located in Delaware County between Downsville and Andes New York. A
ride less than three hours from NYC on a Friday night ...
Sunday 10/30 9 am Avenue F.
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Because I played to horrible last week I figure let's do it again because
it couldn't be any worse for me. So once again I'm willing to look foolish
for yo...
R.I.P. MARTIN COTTINGHAM
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Sad news to report this morning. Martin Cottingham has passed away. He was
80. “Mr. Cottingham” like I used to …
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CLEAN UP KENSINGTON ON APRIL 30TH
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Clean Up Kensington Sunday, April 30th, 10:00 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. Join Clean
Up Kensington and your neighbors for a springtime volunteer litter clean-up
on ...
Cosmic Radio
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Growing up in Brooklyn, figure around 1975, I had a friend whose mother was
half Puerto Rican, half Irish, and fully gorgeous. We were at the age when
tha...
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Yea, I remember the piles of yellow/golden leaves in the street, and the hockey puck shot into the pile, only to come out with chunks of dog s**t all over it, and then shooting it at you or Robert hoping you wouldn't notice.
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