Growing up in the Bronx afforded me many opportunities which I only now realize. When I was a teenager, I would walk the city freely. I had no fear, but I was also pretty aware.
I remember going past the house where "The Earls" practiced on Saturdays. The Earls made the hit song, "Remember Then." Well, all the teenagers would gather round their garage and try to get autographs. I found such behave beneath me. I would pass by the crowd with my nose up in the air until one day.
One day, as I passed, Ronnie of the Earls came out and called to me, "Hey kid." I turned,and I must admit I thought my feet would fall out from under me. He asked me why I never stopped, and I got haughty with him. I told him I had better things to do than make a fool of myself.
It was then he offered me a job babysitting his niece. We all became best friends. His sister pierced my ears with a potato and a hot needle. I remember how mad my father was when I came home, but I had my ears pierced by the sister of The Earls. Re-mem-mem-remember-member . . .