Story about growing up in Brooklyn in the 1950’s and how my cousin and I rode those subways throughout Brooklyn and New York, they were our very own magic carpet to place yet to be discovered by two young baby boomers. Back when New York and Brooklyn still embraced the past while heading towards the future.
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