Call me Kojak
In my Flatbush neighborhood crime was unknown. Squirrels stole tulip bulbs. That was about it. One didn’t have to go too far afield to find neighborhoods that were pretty sketchy, but there was no leakage and why go looking for trouble? Then there was that day. Actually, for the record, it was night.
We all hung out on Avenue J where it intersected with East 14th Street (Rugby Road). Mostly we were evenly paired but not paired off. We either ate pizza or went to Juniors. We talked about the prattle of teenagers until one night we had something far more important to talk about.
One of our group was a beautiful girl who one summer went off to camp a pudgy kid with a radiant face and came back fit to be a Playboy bunny. All her parts had shifted, she had grown several inches, and she kept her radiant face. It was she who got the phone call.