Down the block around the corner led to some of the best fried whiting fish I had ever tasted back at that time.
Totally delicious!
There would be long lines waiting down the block to get orders of this magnificently seasoned fresh fish along with chips (French fries).
The streets were busy with people and traveling vehicles.
We had an open view to everything on the avenue from where my great-grandmother’s Brownstone stood.
In addition to the avenue that was running horizontally, straight across from the large casement windows was another street that led all the way up toward Amsterdam Avenue.
I often sat inside one of the windows to watch the Hollywood floats go by when cinema brought their filmmaking along to the popular go-to Manhattan scene.
At night while I lay in bed on my way to sleep, I enjoyed listening to the nightlife.
People talked and interacted as streetcars passed among ongoing traffic.
There was a church below us where my great-grandmother lived and when they were having service, we could feel the thump of their jumping’ foot stomping gospel music!
This was the bustle of the 1980’s.
Years later, I had one of my precognitive dreams. In the dream I was shown the outside of my great-grandmother’s Brownstone.
The gate and brick to the entryway was painted a different color than what it was before she moved from there during the 1990’s.
One day in the mid 2000’s we went by her old place to take a look for old times sake after we had come back from an outing around Manhattan.
When both of us reached the front of the Brownstone the new color of the entry- including the door- was the same color that was displayed to me within my dream.