The beginning: Growing up in Brooklyn. 1954-1968

As a child growing up in Brooklyn was the greatest experience any child could have. I had a loving family and Brooklyn was my world. I was always disappointed when we had to leave Bay Ridge to visit relatives. It was so much better when they came to visit us. In my present work I think how important those years were to me and right now how many children around the world are missing out on it. No parent to call them home for dinner or tell them its time to go to bed. It’s painful to think about and should motivate us to action.