I've lived on a dead end with two other houses. We USED to have a mini "block party" But no more. We hardly talk to each other. (One neighbor moved, replaced with a guy who is anti social, and it spread.)
The Fuller Brush Man came to the door.........There's still a few of them out there.
Our city requires all door-to-door salespersons to register at town hall and pay a license fee. Doesn't always happen. I suppose it was done so the police would know how to deal with the phone calls. "There's a strange person going around knocking on all the doors."
My neighbor across the street will escape soon to North Carolina until May. She puts a sign on the door "Nothing inside worth taking. Besides, one of the neighbors never sleeps and he plays cards with the police chief."
She thinks I never sleep because my kitchen light is always on. And I have no idea where she came up with the police chief thing.
Mr. Jordan was our Fuller Brush Man. Came to the Service Entrance. Called MOM Mrs. Capecoddah. Called me Master Capecoddah. Wore a tie.
Mr. Bell was our Hood milkman. 2 deliveries a week. 2.5 gallon milk container for 2 teenagers, a child (me) and a revolving door of Foreign Exchange Students. Service Entrance (garage). (MOM's POP had a dairy company in Rural, Indiana from the 1920's to 1950's. Back in the bottled milk days.)
Not quite an old fashioned neighborhood, we all know each other and are BBQ-Friendly. We trade tomatoes. We used to have a Winter Sunday Brunch. It was a nice thing that got too big. We ended it when a snow plow took out a couple cars. A few of us get together for omelets and muffins and Bloody Marys on occasion.
1. Don Zimmer was the 3rd base coach for the Red Sox 2. It cost 50 cents to ride on the T from Park Street to Riverside and you paid the second quarter when you got off. 3. You watched the Bruins on channel 38 4. Pizza was $.25 a slice at Pino's in Cleveland Circle 5. You slipped the usher a dollar to get into the bleachers at Fenway, no rain check.