"...Balls"

The Times Square New Year’s Ball. Turns out it doesn’t hibernate all year in a box somewhere. It’s always sitting there. Rain snow or sun. It waits for it’s moment to shine. 

Speaking of Balls, and Times Square the Playland shop! Both the Nuns, and our pastor very specifically warned all the boys to stay away from there. So of course we all went every weekend. They still had those neat coin slot games form the 1940’s even 1930’s style hand crank moving image machines. It was a living time capsule. 

It was creepy as hell, but great fun. 

Gimme a break we’re New Yawkers!