If there's a photo that delivers me to the doorstep of my youth, it would be this one. The merry winters of days gone by were actually fun. As the maintenance men shoveled out the schools of my youth, I went sled riding down a rather long and adventurous hill by the Whitestone Bridge. Sledder beware was the word on the street, as it ended at the waters edge. Thankfully, I never combined sled riding with snorkeling.
There was also a fine piece of real estate on 21st Ave. and 149th Street. It was short and sweet and steep! And close enough to home for lunch and a little TV.
Central Cemetery, Beverly, Massachusetts