Gamblers, Gangsters, Guys and Dolls

Gamblers, Gangsters, Guys and Dolls

I’m not a fan of growing up poor, but I’m forced to admit it gave me an eclectic trove of neighbors.  Money and prestige, (trust me, I am not opposed to these things) but they can limit our choice of acquaintances.  Surgeons seek out other doctors to golf with.  Hedge fund geniuses live among other big money makers, but gas station attendants and school aides often have to live cheek to jowl and make the best of it.  My family was no exception; there were truck drivers, a failed TV repairman, a luncheonette counterman and a science teacher (the last-thanks to the post-WWII GI Bill).  Our neighbors eked by on shoe salesman paychecks, secretary salaries and cab fares.

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