Publisher's Synopsis
In the 1950s and 60s, in Brooklyn, most homes contained a special place that is now pretty much extinct: the stoop, the steps that were the entranceway to the two-family and four-family homes that comprised that neighborhood. But it was so much more.
It was where you hung out with your best friends, from the time you were first allowed to "go out and play." It was a place you listened to the radio play the songs you knew all the lyrics to. It was your "home field" for game of stoopball. It was where you sat to watch the stars and tried to find the Big Dipper. It was where all the neighborhoods got together on hot summer nights to eat Italian Ices because the non-air conditioned apartments were just too hot. It was where you became "blood brothers" with your best friend, and shared stories with him that you wouldn't tell anybody else. It was where you first fell in love, with the childhood sweetheart you you would never forget. And it was a place where stories of all those events and more were shared from generation to generation.
This book brings back the magic of all of those special moments and more, through the eyes and memory of a boy who grew up in east New York, Brooklyn, at a time where the stoop was so much more than a set of steps.
