I dedicate this book, A Place Called Brooklyn, to all my readers who, like myself, as a child learned life-lessons in the streets of Brooklyn. We ventured out every day to meet friends and make new ones to hook up with. This socialization process was the only one we owned, helping us acquire life-long experiences that we still use to this day. Experiences that were “invaluable” lessons in both our successes and failures. In retrospect, those experiences helped us to make important decisions throughout our adult life.
To my wife, Frances Clair for her support and unconditional love throughout this endeavor. My Mother Francesca, my Father Francesco, and my sister Isabella, who instilled in me love of family and that family always comes first. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention my wife Frances’ parents: Anna and Pasquale Arcati, who embraced me with both love and support. To Frank Tanzi and Tomaso Monteleone. I also dedicate this book to my mentors: Roger Maninni, Nick Defonte, Martin J. Tauger and Morris Braun who encouraged me to work hard, be loyal, maintain friendships, have a positive outlook and be dedicated to all the challenges I face on life’s journey. A special dedication to my partner, Joseph Del Broccolo who helped me stay on message, through his editing, revisions, and additions to these stories and Michele DePalo, who brought me, my collaborator, Joe.
Somehow, I was compelled to document my Brooklyn childhood experiences for my fellow Brooklynites who feel as I do. It really doesn’t matter if you are from: “The Bronx,” “Manhattan,” “Queens,” or any city as well as Brooklyn growing up. Because we are all cut from the same cloth, our childhood struggles and triumphs prove priceless. Perhaps the adventures and games we played in the streets had different names but it yielded the same memories. As we all leave our homes every day to work, play, love, and make new friends, we realize our relationships molded us into who we have become. Therefore, I hope this book will bring you ‘back home’ once more.