That’s me. I wasn’t even a year old in this picture and here I was zooming around a parking lot under the el, somewhere in the Bronx in, (oh my god) a walker! What were my parents thinking! Sheesh, by today’s standards they might as well let me run with scissors!
Considering that cars didn’t have seat belts or collapsible steering columns and babies were often placed to sleep in the back window next to the bobbing head Yankees player doll on the way to Bear Mountain, it’s a miracle any of us baby boomers survived at all.
I Coulda Been Killed
