6/2/2023 0 Comments Scm 310 natrelle style![]() I resided on Riviera Drive South in Harbor Green, next to the Seinfeld's house. There was an empty lot in front of our house, so I always had a view of the Great South Bay, and Jones Beach. I visit the area once a year to take my kids to "All American". When ordering fries, a Rube Goldeberg type of contraption would start rumbling, when whole potatos would start rolling down, getting washed on the way, then felling into the Frie Cutter machine, that frop the fresh cut fries into frier. My mother used to bring bags of "All American" hamburgers to a freind's house on the beach, I would catch a few minoes, and place them next to the onions in one of the buns. I woud then invariably give the hamburger to my brother. Too bad there is no longer a beach to play on. Playing at construction sites for new houses, was always fun, especially when we jumped from an unfinished 2nd floor, into piles sand. I learned a lot of life lessons from watching Monkey Mountain at the zoo. Sadly, this knowledge only applied to monkees. Back then, the kids were wild and unsupervised. Why did we play in the fog of the DDT trucks? I have vivid memories about climbing the ropes in the new gym.
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